Author: masterpei

unto the night
we then will fade
into a river of grief

what becomes
of true loves power,
where then, goes belief?

traveling with our hopes
traveling with our fears
we only need one answer
to our collective prayers

only one

it won’t last forever
not in it’s current state
the stars will come and claim us

for this we have to wait

for there are two journeys happening
taking light years to traverse
one is coming, one is going,

and the going’s always worse

as you cannot pick the time
for your stars arrival
nor can you truly know
the length of your survival

traveling with our hopes
traveling with our fears
we only need one answer
to our collective prayers

only one

ever since
you fell in love,
time,
for you,
stands still.

you are
exploring
world’s you have missed,
the life that exists
at the top
of the hill.

each direction
you face
feels the breeze
through your lace
as the sun struggles
with it’s inability
to decide which
part of you
to caress
first.

I know that
feeling…

slipping away.
time,
that is true.

slipping away.
all
we sought to do.

slipping away.
seconds,
minutes,
hours,
days.
slipping away,
into a past
so soon
forgotten
as someone
somewhere
silently prays.

slipping away.
memories
that
no longer seem
to matter.
slipping away,
the hand you
thought you’d hold
until you both
got old

slipping away.

as you try
to redefine
things you were
never told,
slipping away
as you seek shelter
from the cold.

there is no stopping,
there is no brake.
there is no paying
for some mistake
you don’t remember making.

nor misstep
you don’t remember taking,
before you remember
what you didn’t say.

that too
goes slipping away

Life has spaces
in-between,
spaces peaceful and serene.

spaces we can only fill,
if first we learn
how to be still.

In this space
there is one goal,
the gentle touching
of the soul.

to have the heart
spring open wide,
to show that there
is love inside.

all life has spaces
in-between,
where love and empathy
float unseen.

yet that is what
I wish to see.

please, will you
be still with me?

i listen for you.

there are sounds that you make,

sounds that could always
cause my heart to break.

still,

I listen for you.

that special sound
that is always there,
and can somehow travel,
like light
through the air.

as if
molecules of resistance
step out of the way

to grant special passage
to the words that you say.

somehow through time,
somehow through space,
i hear them faintly,
there is always a trace

of that special sound

that I can never take.

thus,
I lay myself down,
allowing my heart
to break.

there were just things
I never understood,
couldn’t figure out.

I had expectations.
very,
below the surface
expectations.

expectations
that only revealed themselves in
retrospect

not entitlements – expectations

or,
are they one in the same?
no,
there are nuances
at play,
certain shades
of gray.

gradations
of
expectations

that quietly congregate
and slowly
drip
off

leaving you to wonder
what happened.

wondering
why you cannot see
what
was surely meant
to be.

expectations

like seeds planted
seem to grow
long past the time
when one comes to know

that is all they are

like a wish
upon a star

that faded long ago
yet it’s light
is only reaching you
now

I’ve never understood.

yet, how many do?
it is not a thing
that is taught to you,

is it?

what is this attraction,
is it a primal thing
that rises to the surface
sometime in the Spring?

don’t you have the sense
that it must be more?

don’t you have this yearning
deep within your core?

don’t  you?

I’ve never really understood
what it is all about,
not endowed
with the wherewithal
to figure it all out.

so,
I move on instinct
though I sense this to be wrong.

life moves one step forward
as i put you in my song

a song of love in Spring
that I must teach you
how to sing