So gentle, strong, and alive into the present.
I can hear her and she is listening.
“Do you know the time of love?” She spoke
And moved my mind breathing way
“I see you dreaming about the music of hope.”
She whispered this into my fears now falling
“Why are you dying to doubt yourself so?”
Her lips did not move as the air shook my soul.
She was never going to leave me.
She was never going to stay.
She would never say ‘I love you baby’
She waited for my tears exposed
Some astral freedom was a gift that she gave
And all I could do here, in return, was this …
Share in her soft presence play
Her laugh washing me
far beyond my mortal way
My jaded limitations
She was not to be captured,
She was not to be caught
She could not be possessed
by me, nor any moment held
The canvas alone could here
only thank her
For simply being here
For simpliy becoming herself
© Copyright 2008 C.C. Arshagra