Delusion, Projection, Growth

I.

Veiled – I cross the hall

Intentions pure

Emotions overripe

Dripping sweetly

Adoration – words

Spilling from our parted lips

In hushed conversation

A cocoon of warm glowing light

Shining into the pitch black night.

II.

Thoughts biting deep and hard.

Poison for the substance of my soul.

A Yearning for love, an undeniable chemistry.

This time I hope you will keep your thoughts to yourself,

But instead you pour them into me and your fears become mine.

I listen attentively, sacrificing my tranquility,

As I steady the erratic tune of your beating heart.

III.

Blessings ahead! The signs have spoken,

Clear as an empty promise behind vague premonitions.

Reach out your hand, and don’t look at the sky

Only to realize you have missed out on life

Staring down the apple on your lap,

Searching your mind for meaning.

IV.

I thought my soul yearned for love.

A heaven-sent — deeply felt — sensation.

I thought I yearned for you,

Someone to elevate my being at its core.

But love is not the word for what I need.

It is not a feeling so charged with expectation.

Love for another, although tender and meaningful

It is exhausted, exploited, and overwritten.

Idealized, gutted, and erased of all its magic.

A Love so poisoned will not satisfy my need for expression

And Joy! A joy achieved through the free autonomous eruption

I find in music – dance – art. The erratic flow of creation.

The physical manifestation of the fundamental

Passion seen in humanity,

Found in self realization, and

Achieved only through true expression.