One which awaits the darkness of the night
For as soon as I’m asleep
It’s the dawn of a new day in my head
The places it takes me to
Or I take myself to
I’ll never know if they are for real or not
For it seems surreal
This life I live
Whereas the dreams
Are too real to be dreams
I wonder what I do
In this parallel world
While I’m awake in the real world
Or what seems like it’s real.
Love is what stays in your heart -
what warms you even on the darkest nights
of the coldest winters.
Love is…
The way he holds you,
the sharp little gasp when your frozen feet find his.
The scent of his forehead as you kiss him goodnight.
The laughter at how lame your jokes are - both of yours.
The wake-up calls.
The fights,
and the soft, stumbling apologies that come after.
It’s the arguments over whose turn it is
to turn off the lights,
or pick the movie.
It’s the late-night drives.
The nights that blur into mornings.
The joy, the ache,
the incredible mess of feelings
that can only come
from something so simple and vast:
Love.
She reached out to the swirling world
from within hers;
arms outstretched,
trying, once again,
to hold on to something
that could slow it all down.
She had grown tired..
of the blurry faces,
the hushed voices,
the laughter,
the colours,
the noise that rose and folded into itself.
It was all right there,
so vividly alive,
but she couldn’t quite step into it.
Not yet.
All she wanted
was to stop time;
just for a little while..
long enough
to be still,
to be quiet,
to have enough
for herself.
Do you ever wonder
if all we know
is all there is?
Do you ever ask yourself
if you’re missing out
on something else?
Are we truly alone..
or are we being watched?
Are footsteps following us,
or are our thoughts not ours at all?
What if there’s something
beyond this world..
beings aware of us,
watching everything we do?
Do you think they wonder
what we’re doing with our lives?
Do you think they pity us;
seeing how we live?
Waging wars.
Killing children.
Oppressing. Tormenting.
Polluting, warming,
destructing, depleting.
Do you wonder
why they fear
showing themselves to us?
Maybe we should see ourselves
from a different view:
a little farther away,
a little more honest.
Then maybe we’ll see
who we really are:
beastly, inconsiderate,
lacking compassion,
lacking love.
So look in the mirror.
See yourself.
And ask:
when you leave this world,
what do you wish
to leave behind?
