That Certain Something

There is something so special about you.. I can't place my finger on it exactly. Your kind. Brave. Soft spoken. Your walk is royal, without the palace wall confines. Your breath speaks volumes and encourages me to write. You speak the language of silence. Thorough. Beautiful. True. Where do you reside?

This morning I clamoured from bed, disgruntled and unapproachable. In my dream I sensed your presence, far beyond the shackles of sleep. Like a tranquil night, you speak to me. Like a flower ruminating its fragrence, the language you possess is colorful and innate. Where are you? What epoch do you call home?

The mystery of your sourcing can make me wonder, study, and lead retreat. Steer across chasms wide, valley low, and plunge the abysmal. I cannot find you. I cannot see you. Must I wade in this ocean? This shoreless body without a hint of where you may be? Through both day and night, noon toward nights darkest hour, I seek you. Where beloved, does thou lay?

Does my toil draw you closer? This work to fan an already consuming flame? Does my sacrifice pay the price in full?

These things I wonder, and my mind wanders to a far away haven. Where sickness and doubt are striken down like trees in a burst of thunder. Here is where my journey stops, and I melt into your mercy. I wish to stay in this place forever. Here you burn so bright, that a star may find envy. Here I meet you, and we dance in a distant fury, to songs unheard. and chords unstrung. Here I lose myself in your boundlessness, and desire nothing more, here I lose myself... and find... you.