My love,
You are gone.
And part of me has died.
My love,
You are gone.
And part of me has died.
Images bombard me,
plumes of butterflies
whenever I see
your beautiful face
All day long
The fear evaporated,
obstacles pushed away
knowing the inevitable truth
Drinking in every encounter,
awash with certainty
Breathless with anticipation
I yield.
© mypastmademe.com 2015
The energy has shifted,
my defences down,
revealing something of my true self.
Finally.
I am alive when I think of you,
yearning to lay beside you,
listen to the story of your life,
soothed by the lilt of your voice,
transfixed by those amber eyes,
lifted by the strength emanating from you,
protected in a way I have never known before.
You still and awaken me
simultaneously.
I am left powerless,
the allure enveloping,
the endearment of your quiet vulnerability
consuming.
It is only a matter of time
and I no longer wish to run.
© mypastmademe.com 2015
Candlestick Encrusted Heart Shape by koko-tewan courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net
A candle burns
the flame tapered
as hot as the passion
inscribed on their faces
Lovers cradling hearts
mouths exploring
skin on fire
for the other’s touch
She yields to him
handing over lock and key
her biggest sin
unto herself
Yield, by all means,
but the key …
hoard it
hide it
unless he succumbs wholly
offers everything of himself
for a love that will burn endlessly
© mypastmademe.com 2014
Green Field And Rainbow by Anusorn P nachol courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net
You left a blueprint on my heart
Taught me what I needed to know,
the qualities I should expect,
how I should be cherished.
It was never meant to be
yet we were linked,
locked,
on another level
from a distant past,
forgotten lives.
You roused my memory,
awoke my heart
and now you are free.
Soar, my love
Angelic lesson
You will leave rainbows in your wake.
© mypastmademe.com 2014
Blooming Wildflowers by franky242 courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net
Encrypted messages deciphered
Coding unravelled
Polished signs
Sparkling paths
Carpets of wildflowers
Sunbeams
Trailing willow leaves
Shimmering waters
Crystal reflections
Self-reliance
Strength
Love thyself.
© mypastmademe.com 2014
Reed by Vlado courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net
As I sit here now
do the stars glint for me?
Shimmer their beauty
The dead night lit by diamonds
Blackness that once matched my heart
My beat, my soul
glows with love
Time shifts, a chasm before me
To step back to yesterday
A world whiled away in an instant
Or to bend … a reed folding into tomorrow
‘Tis hardest staying still
Fixed in my disillusions
Battling the desire
to have someone by my side
A protector, lover of life
of me
Arms will wrap around me
reassurance will envelop again
This purgatory will dissolve
and stoke the fires of passion
nurture that which was once broken
One fine day.
(Written in 2012)
© mypastmademe.com 2014
Texture of Sand by Sura Nualpradid courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net
In my rush to find you
Are you standing right before me?
Will your energies yield to mine when we meet?
Will the depth of your eyes melt my armour?
Your gaze transcend our surroundings?
Lifting me from this desolate space
where day moulds to day
and the lists grow longer
Responsibilities suffocating
Aspirations contracting
Guilt and selfishness consuming
Where are you, my love?
(Written in 2012)
© mypastmademe.com 2014
I am in reflective mode, having come across some poems written in 2012 … the constant theme of searching, such as has appeared in so many of my poems. It is strange to think that I spent so many of my years searching, as far back as I can remember, yet now I find myself at peace. It is more of an effort now not to close the door and I have to remind myself to be available to let love in …
As a teenager, those inevitable moments when puberty has us lost in our own darkness, struggling to fit in, fighting to be noticed and loved … a fight that so often results in a match with someone so unmatchable we are blind to it, I would always say to myself, “There’s a boy for every girl and a girl for every boy.” So as an adult I realise the truth is that love binds a mish-mash of people together – boys to girls, girls to boys, boys to boys, girls to girls etc – but love itself, that indefinable something that electrifies us to another person, is still so elusive for those who go looking for it. I think, if I’m completely honest, looking back, I was still searching in my head even when I believed I was happy. A happiness that was vapid really, built on sand because I chose to turn a blind eye to so many things … but all that matters not now.
Here we are in this moment, these present minutes, and all that matters right this second is this screen and the tapping of my fingers, forming words to convey how I feel, filling this space in time with my thoughts. The realms I exist in now are so different to what I have ever known before. Yes, I miss the feel of another’s lips on mine, the brush of a hand across my face, the warmth emanating from another soul towards me and offering intimacy, someone who basks in who I am … but these thoughts are only fleeting reminders of physical elements which do not make up a whole, nor do they represent what I was ever really looking for.
I don’t know if I should feel sad that I am no longer searching; should I grieve for a habit, a belief, which saw me through the bad times? No … I inwardly rejoice that my inner peace broke the chains and now I exist to live, to bring happiness to those around me, to do my best, to try to achieve my dreams … and it is strange that in all the things I think of I am no longer adding on this silhouette of a man, the faceless soulmate, to stand alongside me. It is only now that I realise no-one could ever love me more than I love myself; it is a mistake I made for so long. To know our own self-worth – to expect and accept the best of someone – can only happen if we love ourselves to start with. And I love myself enough to stop looking … to bask in this moment, to absorb everything around me and try to exude happiness and bring it out in others. This is my service. This is what fills me with love and makes me happy.
And that faceless man … the long-ago harboured dream … he will recognise me, if that is what’s meant to be, and I will recognise him. But in the meantime I will wedge the door open, tempted so much as I am to shut it completely, and continue on the path I’m on. For this contentedness is so special … and life is far too precious to be wasted on searching for something that might never be. I love myself enough … to be enough.
All is well. May happiness find you and contentedness envelop you. Search only for yourself, not someone else. x
Balancing Zen Stones In Water by Master isolated images courtesy of http://www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net
I know not of the feel of a partner’s arms
the security and serenity of another’s love
I know not of beautified glances
the pleasurable allure of someone entranced
I care not for the material
the matter borne from money
I seek the vibrancy of a transcendent connection
the attraction and root pull of the core
I yearn not to wait,
not to know,
only to live
Keep the fire burning
and acknowledge the flicker of a new dawn
Embrace the deliverance
of inner peace
© mypastmademe.com 2014