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Shadowy TimePieces

as invading monsoons orchestrate stormy skies
I can feel myself there in each strike of lightening
echoing in every roar of thunder
and raining conscious across thirsty landscapes
as my sanity wrestles with a reality
that leaves me feeling so empty
in the expansive realization
of just how much I truly miss you

moments seem more like dreams now
even though here and there
the memory of us trips my senses into believing
that they are still here, ticking
and you are still close to me
there where we once existed
in that space that belonged to only us
long before truth charted an unchangeable course

and there where the moments of tenderness long gone
trickle again through all that I am
I remember how alive I felt with you then
and I wonder where you are tonight
…if you ever lose yourself there
in the same shadowy timepieces of me
or if your mind ever takes you to that place
where our hearts chased and captured
…so innocently

and I remember when you held close the tremble of my soul
there where nightmares stole away my sleep
how gallant you were then in those a.m. hours
whispering me calm on the other side of crimson dreams

…..and I just miss you so much

but as always….
questions ingest an ebbing night where uncertainty reigns
your absence reminds me just how unattainable dreams can be
yet I dare not deny my hearts true desire
so I allow lucidity to paint restless waning stars
and I find myself in that same old place
chasing the inviting gentle of your soul
perfect then is the moment that softly whispers your name
escaping me from the bewilderment of today
to that place where two dreams once lingered in honesty
and my heart opens wide for you….just as it always has

and there beneath moon shimmered rain
your essence envelops the whole of me
and I lose myself in the simplicity of a love
that was so beautiful that even now
here on the other side of everything long gone
it still has the courage to beat this broken heart
and the will to keep believing that someday
such grace will paint beautiful my world again
and in that little piece of possible truth
I can still breathe…..and I can still dream

@ LadyRaine