Memories....

Sitting in a hidden stairwell to get out of the rain, stolen moments in dark places on the quiet streets.
Staying out to late, but you just can not stand to part so soon.

Long conversations, sharing your world, one word at a time.
Laughing and loving until the sun rises in the distance.

Rush of adrenaline, chasing the dragon, until you just can't get any higher.
Knowing it is wrong but not caring, anything to feel that euphoria.

Music connects the universes, the rhythm of the song breaking down the language barriers.
"What if I came knockin' and kicked and kicked?"

"What if I asked for your truth and your love and your honesty?"
Would you give it? Would you take it back? Would you remember?

Long letters, trying to explain. Trying to tell you the truth, but you don't hear me.
Maybe you really did not care after all...or maybe you saw what I didn't say instead.

Winters spent just trying to stay warm, longing for Spring to melt the ice around my heart.
You were the Sun and the Moon, basking me in radiant light, and bathing me in cool shadows.

Everything happens for a reason, and this was no different.
You paved the way, setting the tone in which I will live out the rest of my life.

You gave me the strength to carry on, remembering lessons taught, forged by fire, strengthened in the snow.
You shaped me into the warrior woman I am today.

I found my match, years later, and I see now what you were trying to teach me.
Your task now finished, you departed for other realms, but still you are near, still you speak to me.

In those hidden stairwells, when it is raining, and those quiet spaces in the dark, only now those spaces are in my mind...

"Would you build up those big walls, or try to hide behind that smile?"
" Or could it be your fear, of trying something real?"

I was scared to death of "real", but you knew that.
"One of these days," you said.
"One of these days, you will find someone who won't fit inside those neat little boxes you have in your heart."

You were right, as usual.
You can not keep something wild and untamed in a box, for it will wither and die.
It was one of the hardest lessons I have ever had to learn.

Now it grows wild and free, changing everything it touches.
Changing me.
I get it now....

You knew it would.

Now you are part of the Ether...nowhere and everywhere, and still you teach me.

You teach me with memories......

Kiss Of A Dream

Alone I lay, deep in my slumber.
Under a dreamscape of blues, pinks and umber.

I was dreaming of the love of an old lover you see,
When another love of days gone by spoke to me in my mind, ever so gently.

Wake now, my love, for I am here now,
Do not ask why, do not ask how,
For to ask shall rip the veil under which we hide.

I rose from my bed, and allowed him the entrance he sought.
Our eyes locked, and try as I might to resist, our lips met soon after.

The taste was the same as it was in my memory,
The power, the pleasure, the pain, as sweet as I remember so long ago.

Ambrosia mixed with the sting of a yellow jacket,
My head began to buzz with a very loud racket.

So much I wanted to tell you, the emotion I still felt..
But the world has moved on, since last we met.

The Winter is always my favorite time of year,
My memories of you, with steam rising off of you,
Showing me the fire that raced through your veins still.

Passion and love that even Time stood still for,
Over the years has quieted to a dull roar.

We existed outside of time and space,
Lost in our own world, that no one could see
Or feel or destroy, we were different from them, out of place.

Eventually we had to return to the real world,
Full of distraction and responsibility.

Two souls divided by the earthly choices we made,
Our time in the sun now covered in shade.

But the memory of those long Winter nights remain,
And I know, since the day we met, that I would never be the same….