A feeling rising –
Like the smoke filled lungs of my 14 year-old self.
A feeling I thought was lost.
A nostalgic yearning of energetic bliss –
Like the sweetness of Love’s first kiss
Washing over my body –
Like the ocean kissing the sand.
Like the sunset kissing the horizon.
Engulfed within the flames of desire.
A lifetime seems to have past since then-
Like I have died every day,
And I had been reborn every night.
A bleeding heart –
Only knowing the blade of sorrow
Like the crimson tears of the Virgin.
An existence in the shadows –
Fading into the darkness, losing ground –
Like the sinking hole of my heart.
My Soul shattering –
Like the fragmented prism of twilight.
Into the night –
Enveloped by the umbra of a broken heart.
A single moment –
Reseting time –
Like an antiquated program –
An execution of my sorrow.
The sweet aroma of bliss is
Like the Universe rising up in you –
Like the first breath of life.
The heartbeat of my Soul –
Like the burning rays of daylight’s first blush.
(C) S. Slate 11/19/17
Image Credit: Helen Nelson-Reed