Elevate

to think so far
so slow
until I forget all about it
become myself all again
so I can’t turn back
in any other direction
except

move up
a step at a time
using one breath at a time
before

I’m all outa time

move up
away
from drowning low
most  gracefully

until I reach the part
that I fell away from
and strike on further
not just move but elevate

to alleviate the downward loss I’ve countered.
flare up with the jarring passion of an illiterate to imagine
beyond what words can say

regenerate those dried up tears
into sweet musk fueling the cool glow
of cool blue flames of the living soul dwelling within you

Elevate

aim for  the echoed sounds of your heart calling down to you

There is nothing that the eyes see

but the heart sees more

The Fine line in “That”

when we were kids
we used to tell each other
“I will never be like ‘that’
We didn’t want to be shameless
seeing it from pure eyes, we saw what “that” really looked like

and now we’ve grown
and You’re exactly like “that”  nice n simple
And there seems to be nothing wrong with it
As for me,
I’m something worse- I’m in between
I’m both “this” and “that”

thus drifted             slightly  apart.

 

Our beloved Sun and Moon

Not always is the sun shining bright

in its perfect light

nor is the moon always present

to shimmer through your dark moments

But you have to work your way past that and create your own light

become a star who has its own sight

find its path to share its rays

until you become the new sun of your days

a learned sun who knows not to sink low

and desperately set on shallow waves

 

or  become a learned moon

who orbits in a balanced pace

remains bold amongst the thicket of dark clouds

and like the sun, caressing all within its space