Utterly consumed and completely abandoning what realities I should face
Following your quick smiles with soft laughter
Each tender whisper seems matched by touch
Lost to the world by each others eyes
Lost by choice, but oh by so much more
Does it really belong to choice anymore?
Something that was forgotten once in my life
Some things that are not meant for the world to see
But for flickers of images disappearing in a maze
Pausing in a moment to catch my eye
Suspending my heart in my throat,
Each part, each inch of me enraptured
Following your eyes
A seeming symphonic play through my mind
A dance, a dip, twirling through as so much more

When my mind trips upon itself in thought of past expressions
Admissions of living without love, of wondrous self happiness
Indeed there is our lifes contentment within our selves
But what are we if not pursuing that greater goal
If not reaching for the starts to attain such lofty, surreal desires and
feelings
That shooting irresistibly shooting star
Which so many leap to grasp firm,
Only ensnaring themselves and creating their own piteous downfall

Love is not a toy, not a pet, not a trophy, not for one
It cannot be caged, cannot be owned, nor leashed for fun
Truly, it IS the shooting star through the sky
Able to only become in its greatness through freedom and admiration
What beauty is there in that we dont understand
When it cannot be liberated and natural
Racing, soaring, pushing every limit

Somehow you see this untamed within, seeing me for real me
Following my eclectic behavior and skip stone thoughts
For once there seem no angelic, porcelain ideals preempting my actions
The watery mirage surrounding me is gradually collapsing
Hesitantly revealing the door behind the mask
Left unlocked for your hand.


Penned by my hand on the 4th of Haernos, in the year 133 MA.