Heartbeats
I find myself coming back to you as if I’ve forgotten something – something tucked in the folds of your soul that I can’t quite remember I’ve lost, but is there – haunting, calling, like a dream on the edge of my memory, just beyond the warm blackness of dawn, slipping so quickly beyond my grasp, and knowing that I too slip quickly into wakeness and deeper into hope, desire, fervor, and, dare I say, love, as though it’s not what I already know, but what I feel about you as you stand there, unknowing, open, guards down, unaware of the quake you leave in your wake, the hollow as your voice fades, something I cannot reach – cannot recall – yet stand on the precipice yelling out into the darkness all the while hoping that what returns to me through the enveloping deep is not my own reflection, but a resonant warmth, alive and well, welcoming and in love – a sign that I am not alone, and that perhaps I am here, we are here, together.
Comments (6)
Some day you will. Thats an awesome mural !
Great, Lana Hope you get your wish to see a concert soon, though
Fab haiku Lana!
very nice haiku Lana. Nicely done !
Oooo, that's a cool mural!
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