~ : Solidity of Time : ~

A passenger to my thoughts.
It is apparent,
my inability to think strait
has flourished life long silent affair I have
with words and space.

To talk..
never give enough time
to construct a match
to the appropriate complexity
of every elements orbited
within one second of union.

Like speaking in dreams,
the sentences and limited vocabularies
feels devastatingly slow and badly reverbed..
worse still.. dubbed, drowned.

I guess most people
who has deep passion to write
never speak that much..
too busy flying alphabetical crafts
in the invisible waves of sky.

Thinking, writing as footprints behind
as I walk along the life that seems to be mine..
Looking behind has little magic, but many surprises.

What I realised, 
life is but borrowed time from grand eternity,
to feel depths of being one here and now.
There's nothing left.
Except love.

To what else can matter,
to make our hearts shiver, dance and sing..
To expressively give our all to every existing motion between thoughts.

Stories after stories of reasons after reasons for feelings,
colours splashed onto canvas after canvas.
The funny pages of time called life.

A forwards and backwards track..
the mysteries are the memories to be rediscovered with future eyes.
The instance of infinite end happening.

Don't know, but do.
Hunt and hide the answer believed to be missing from outside..
while buried deeper with nostalgia for an lose of search.

When the head spins,
glimpse of other world peering over shoulder,
yet you're unafraid.. 
Something is breaking through the solidity of time.

Of course it's only anemia
or a rush of breath hitting lungs in past tense..
For how else can we translate something to be part of the sane?

How else can we enjoy joy sorrow passion and pain..
if we don't smile with tightly pressed lips 
while truth concealed beneath all illusions?

Everything we walled against
webs whole new conspiracy to be unknotted..
Targeted ambitions, opposing forces.. Thrills of the colour plate.

It's appropriate to express a slightest sorrow comes with found peace.
That. No one, but all undesired images we hold were our only battle.

It's also fair to say I do indulge on every bit of treasured imaginings
and wished them to be more than just.. an unhealthy habitat of mind.

As if kindest cruelty agreed, by ourselves.
Contrasts of lives tied to contracts of hearts..
Until one can no longer forget, we're not lost.


                                                                                ~ Lyric dreamer ~ 30.Nov.2011