It is in the knowing of my heart
the love for self, that I find you
for one cannot love another
without facing the reality of self
Falling into silence may seem like a funny concept, but I find myself doing it far too often lately. Perhaps melting might be a better word for I melt into the silence between the words each time I hear his voice. There’s a rhythm we’ve found. It’s soothing and comfortable following the coming tide. A tide that flows over my being…is it love? Possibly…and you may even say that I’m falling, but all I care about are those moments. The sound of his sigh...a hum on his lips…the way he laughs at all the silly things I do. He is so very accepting of my wild imaginings. It may be due to the fact that he lives in such dreams or that he is comfortable living in mine for a time.
no words can give
to such feelings
Either way I live for those moments. The ones we get lost in without thought of time. Time passes quickly for two beings connected on such a deep level. I have no idea where this leads. Though I suspect with my ever cautious heart that it will lead to the one place I fear to fall completely. It will lead to love….soulful love. Something that happens between two people who have a knowing of self. Each has faced the demons of loneliness and feel at peace with the pain found there.
instead, I sit