INTRO: When you go to read this, try not to see the entities as literal beings. It is more of a symbolic representation of something. However you choose to take it is up to you, just know what it wasn't MY intention to be seen as two people. Though, if that would ruin it for you, hehe...then I would want you to see it your way. This was actually written yesterday, the first day of the new year. Hope you enjoy, and can take from it what you want or need...
A NEW YEAR
To no one, to anyone. Whoever takes interest.
Finding hard to believe in anything, and anyone.
Seen traveling in the direction of nowhere.
Lost in time and without reason, trekking blind.
Gone adrift from my sightless companion.
The blind leads the blind, but with great effort.
I foresee his coming, our seclusion nearly complete.
This door closes to give turn to another. I am almost ready.
His features are becoming clearer. Most handsome is he.
But even naught, still handsome be. To me, perfection.
That still voice in the distance of my mind, louder. Him.
Is he who comes to rescue me. I intended also to save.
The thought brings blissful tears to my dry eyes.
Will I know when I see him, and he of me?
Surely a bond of unfading spirits cannot be broken.
Cannot be forgotten or mistaken as nothing but. Truly.
Bound to an ageless wonder, as am also found to be.
Still is this life, quiet the night. Yet unyielding the thoughts.
All that I know, that which I can’t seem to remember fully.
Even still, I know what approaches. The beginning of an end.
Details washed away with earthly memories. What is meant.
The joining of hands and hearts. The two return to one.
Sight restored, knowledge regained. Truth given.
Nothing can out measure the beauty of imperfection.
Him, whose ways are liken to my own. Fashioned this way.
Not by chance is our placement. His search, my find. As us.
Replacing what he is would be a hopeless feat. I would never.
His want of what I am can not be deterred. He will not falter.
I need what I do not have. That which belongs to him.
I will wait, for he needs what he does not possess. Me.
No one can replace a heart that is already taken.
Impossible the task to own something that is not your own.
To find a home anywhere is to belong to no one, to anyone.
Whoever cares enough to take interest. To be of that much interest.
Seeing it hard to find this in anyone, anywhere. Not anymore.
The time draws near. He who already knows me, to find me will.
To take things off mine
This Chest, is to get ideas off MY chest. I have so many story ideas. One little thing will burst into an entire world in that second. Sometimes I write one chapter, I just cannot resist it. Then I won't look at it for awhile, because I have bigger fish to fry. So...I figured that I would put them out for others to read, and if they are of any worth, will be nagged into completion. If it's read or not, at least they are off my chest and somewhat safe in this one.
4 comments:
As usual, I love to read what you write. Masterpieces are they all. I hope you find him...if he exists...for when he finds you, a treasure he shall possess!
Thanks mom...but as I said, this isn't about two people. It's the symbolism of a season lost, traveling through the year...changing and growing. The cycles repeat, but they are never the same from the last...they are searching, growing, making mistakes. Starting over. A new year, another chance. I realize that none of this is shown in the writing, but it doesn't really need to be I guess. You know...I think that I'll take a go at another piece that concentrates on the actual transformation.
I absolutely love this!
I'm so glad you do :D
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