a glass dome

of ash

and wind

crumpled

leaves soaring

like mourning

doves

parched grass

scattered

across

the wasteland

cut wires

monsters

of plastic

and metal

dying

*sparks*

oblivion

and

insanity

there's

fire

dancing

on

the hills

a frantic

waltz

*creeping closer and closer*

i reach my hand

out across

the void

and

i

am

crushed

under

the weight

of the

letters

that come

spilling

back

forced smiles

and

half-true

promises

*smothered*

but i am

still waiting

to be saved

by

a

tragic

empty

question

that

remains

*unanswered*

If you were gone

not here

with me

would I move on?

or just stop and bleed?

If you disappeared

from sight

and mind

would I notice?

or just trudge on blind?

If you left me

alone

out here

would I fall down?

or face my own fear?

If you wonder

ever

about

what might just be

or ever come to doubt

You needn't worry

or fret

or fear

for your love will

burn my wounds all clear

For all the interwoven past lives’ stories and karmic tides of memories,

just to better prepare me

for this present moment’s first encounter, to

join spirits with you.

One sight, a million years...

White pigeons flapping wings,

soaring high and low,

hovering around us, to

celebrate every miracle we had successfully unwrapped in this life time...

We congratulate each,

the roads that had led us joining our efforts of energy together,

and the path that we each had walked,

upon eons of time-space,

of a soulful journey.

We are so grateful, for

every spirit and soul-being that had guided us to today..

And that, we learned to gather within the self,

such a certainty of knowingness—

for all the mutual past lives’ intertwining storylines,

were all just magnificent rhythmic rehearsals to,

help us gathering, celebrating and better preparing for

this life’s chances to reunite with each,

over and over again.

Rejoicing, and rewriting

our lifetime’s stories

again and again.