Sunday, September 6, 2009

This is not to be born

I cannot reach out and touch you
when i don't know if you will touch back.
I cannot kiss your forehead
if i don't know if you feel it as fire or ice.
I wish i could use a different word.
It doesn't sound fierce enough.
Fierce and deadly.
Slippery slopes.
Calm the waters.
Bring me back a sea horse if you ever leave for the sea.

This is not to be born.
A long time ago in a land far away was a dream and a dreamer.
The dream was alive, the dreamer was not.
The dream was a new kind of love.
Dreamer looked off and watched the dream as she danced
Dreamer wished for the world of the dream.
She twirled and the sun rose from the east.

This is not to be born.
The dreamer did not know that he was the dream's dream and
she the dreamer.
The sun rose as he walked with her talking and watching over her.
The sun set with him in her arms.

This is not to be born.
Knowing you will be caused pain
is not the same as inflicting it upon yourself.
Thank-god for i should have broken my own heart infinitely so.
Asking for one moment and one here to live in is selfish,
but accepting to live here for just that moment in that moment is the world.

This is not to be born.
I am now offered the world and the world's moments.
I am offered to live free and in love.
Freedom of thought is so misleading.
I am free to think as much and of what i want.
Freedom to love is something no one can take away from you but yourself.
Freedom to love can only be granted by you as well.
I wish i could teach love.
its so much simpler.
But its not simple when you wont let it happen.

This is not to be born.
You watch him sleep.
You want him to stay.
You shy from the sound of the words,
but hun they are so loud.
They scream at me!
Open!! They cry please just open!
It doesn't matter to us if it's not held...
Please, love cries, open...

It is not to be born
that we love not one another.
It is not to be born
that we strive to bring pain.
It is not to be born
that we gain new fathers and mothers.
It is not to be born that we are new from ourselves.
But when you love...

You must love as though wilt.
Never backward,
Never forward.
Love is the cool sea between.
Take a trip to the ocean,
but bring me back a sea-horse.

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