Possess

The air, the water
this land, my heart
Why the latter
made you tempt from the start?

We were born
wild and free
and yet were told
would come a feeling
that'd never let us be,
only to be possessed
and rescued willfully

How can I say,
what doesn't make me flee..
Is it your non-existence,
your active presence
or your nonchalance
over feelings, those that
make you feel we'd never be?

Free, is what they say
I'm outside of love
Dream, yet I dream
about what within
I really wish to be

I know there are things
you don't say
while you know
there are things
I keep to myself too

Hoping between
thoughts and thinking
as I hope those would
stumble to lips too

Silence conquers abysmal terrains
as echoes bring closer
those darker hues,

The feeling of clarity
is not from those
outside or within,
neither is it relief to find
those feeling akin

Perspicuity is what you had
all along when you were singing
while it rained
and we walked together
without knowing each other's song...

Possessed, I am
What else do you see?
Possessed you are too
if not by solitude
than by perpetuosity

Should I stop being myself?
Should I stop looking for you?
Should you know I am possessed
may you live to be in one too . . .