Where are you?
I’ve been waiting
My soul supplicating the universe
Generations have come and passed
Remember the little market we had on the street corner?
The hustle and bustle of our neighbors?
Scurrying to and fro on the cobble stone streets
The love we shared in our tiny apartment above the shop
The love filled the walls to the brim
Dripping out of the windows and door frames like honey
That was a few incarnations ago
Since then I’ve been in the dark
Where are you?
I’ve been waiting
Waiting for the stars in my constellation to reappear
The landscape to come to life with your presence
Our passion was like Yanar Dag, Our love the Land of fire
The warmth we found in each other’s arms, fierce enough to last from one life to the next
You promised me you’d come back
It has been many lives since
How many incarnations do I have to go through till we meet again?
Don
I’m patiently waiting as well
GA
You inspired me to write a response. Love your work.
The stone of your longing,
weighs heavily on the soul.
It keeps you trapped,
caged,
smashed into a blissless forlorn form.
Upon this rock was built a hope,
like a sandcastle on the glittering beach.
Tall crystalline towers stand as a monument,
to love.
But the towers will crumble,
for sand dries out in the fire of your passion,
for it burns,
but not hot enough to turn that pillar of love
to everlasting glass.
And the fire fades, the sand falls, and the rock remains
immovable, impassable, ignored.
Until another comes,
and sees that rock for what it is,
a shining diamond.
A testament made,
formed of the pressure of the will and strength and the beauty,
of the one upon whom it resides.
And so the rock is lifted,
and a new fire heats the forge of life,
and you are found.