And sometimes the rain comes
On winds softly
Waking in midnight hours
And long kisses leading
Into that not sought
But welcome all the same.

All the world’s asleep but I
With eyes wide look about
And move swiftly through
The stillness poking this
And that which a curiosity
I find to be.

In stillness the darkness flows with light shining, shadows ebbing. They walk about, the “myriad small creatures” in their yin-yang. And I accept their probability and possibility and may never have been.

Am
Is
Are
Was
Were
Be
Being
Been

The realization of existence in a specific time and place
within a millisecond and the half count of a breath, a touch, a kiss.
Zen baby and time nor space exists. And flesh on flesh consumes.

Words come
On tips of tongues
Smoothly sifting
Into a heart beating
Breast round, high
And soft, rising
Full unto the
thoughts anew.

Human nature a curiosity for sure; the depth the varying degree of people – beautiful.

Face flushed, sake and flirting
Speaking of small things
Smiling eyes wide and sparkling
From the mischief of thoughts
Wondering.

I am thinking of twilight when the dreamscape faded and shadows formed just before the day began and night faded in wisps of steam. And how long ago did I write those words. I am not that young girl of insecurity and doubt.

It is a different type of wanderlust that consumes in shaking disarray while soul steady the body looks about restless. It no longer seems to matter why, only that it is past and I move on, spine straight and head high, tears streaming now and then for the hope I dashed.

Says I, laughing
Freely and smiling broadly,
I AM this shell.
Molten golden in flesh toned
Hues, heart crushing madly,
I am desire and the touch
that thrills. I want and I
want deeply.

And the world turns, time lapsing into the hours filled with days
I am restless, unsatisfied with those once upon a time ago things.

Looks like rain again. I can smell it on the breeze, rich and damp. I can see it in the birds. And I am tired, restless and waiting. Something’s wrong and all too right. I can feel it in the earth, my soul settling and yet not. I am in control and yet not. The edge tips precariously with the ebb and flow of tides unseen. Unbeknownst to me I think I may be happy in solitude for a while.

Buckle down baby, bite the bullet and get your shit together.