A poem by Lou.
This thirst to pierce the abyss
To affront the ether
To collide with the atmosphere.
This desire to meander the void
To serenade the vortex
To traverse the pinnacle upon which we peacefully, playfully, poetically, pivot.
There is a soul who waits for you knowingly
who gazes softly
who honours tenderly
who touches cautiously
who speaks sparingly
who thinks endlessly
And they know
And you know
they know
you know
they
you.
For life to be measured, we must feel
For days to be remembered, we must remain enchanted
For pain to be salvaged, we must bear witness
For the day to be seized, we must find our courage
We must meet ourselves gently
Before
An inward gasp signals that the deep healing has begun.
These words kiss the page with an urge to touch the heart
To soothe the tired mind
To caress the aching body
To mend the wounded soul
Mend the wounded soul
the wounded soul
wounded soul
soul.
There is a longing in us
To greet one another
To recognise the other
And to be the cure we each/all need.
The longing is satisfied
As it subsumes its own desires
And becomes all and nothing.
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