Opening of the eyes

Closed to the world
and guarded tender

shy and savory within

blossoming quietly, my love

In amidst chaos and grappling

cacophony of wanting and asking

somewhere the salty seas rose up high

The tide came down,

and merged back into the sea

the hope that arose never did set back again

Starting then to look around

a face and a name,

and a spring season to crown

Sometimes, adrift in blind dismay,
led astray by a seed of doubt
I prolong my need for a company
and hold myself in reprise again

Amidst shadows I duck for cover
and this solitude, though much better off,

doesn't quite seem alright

Do you exist? Do I look around?

Why am I like this if you are around?

longing for an entity amidst shadows

As if reckoning in my memory,

you turn up and we're one
and I seed my thoughts
into your being, even if in vain

What was hope then and what is present
in the absence of being alive and inane?

I hail incessant this belonging
and overlook any absence
that's so been an everlasting one now
to avenge my reign

Between then and now
and everything that was
never to remain, there it was ...

Not knowing what was left
and what was asked for before
the vows were read and spelled

but if were understood,

plenty of time to wonder now

that the boat left the shore

Where was it heading?
Where are the tears buried?

What is this anamoly and

what leads this might?

Open your eyes, dreamer,

such vanity is unquestioned delight

Dreams, like hope would often

graze the surface

what one finds is hope hatched out

Start dreaming then,

start dreaming beyond a shadow of a doubt...

Distance

How can I define
A love that's neither yours not mine
but our's
and the overkill too
that plauged and plunged
the emotion somewhere along the way

In hoping and of wanting more from life

this time

and realizing every tide in the ocean

will reach this shore, for sure

Quiet noises have begun humming

and in this monotony

silence has begun its own encore

Gradual distance and afterthoughts full of doubt

wanting to say what I can't hold on about,

waiting on seed of premonitions to never sprout

hoping to surrender to reason

than the thought of staying without

The break in flow is for both to see

when you don't look back

I can still see

and when you do

I know you don't see

what you're looking to find either

The peripheries have now become the core

what was the surety that this would be as before

and where is the reason that was without doubt

the engine, the fuel and the driving force of my today?

With as many roads as there can be

Walking a mere endless journey

two passengers with no one but

strangers to befriend and disown

distance in our belonging and between the unbelonging

when both are fighting to be dethroned.