ToThePoem - a place for poetry

Don't take my word for it. I am but one on this planet, This creation of creation Of creation. I am made for purpose. As you are made for purpose. And I light the heavens at night When the Sacred touches the space Inside me. I am filled with beautiful eyes That search you And many many hearts that Seek you. And many many hands that Touch you. I vibrate when a cloud Of your reflection comes near. It is not even your essence, But the mirror of your essence And that is enough To fuse me to permanent longing. It is as though I am blind But you premeate me with A magnificent sight Which sees beyond What is natural. Oh vast love, Transcend me from here to there, to this, to that To being. I am but one on this planet, But you have given my heart its shape And it is filled with compassion. My word cannot be taken serioulsy. My word is often unheard. By the people. But what is said is not important. My heart is a vessel filled with The unspoken. A

In my time I realized it wasn't about me. It was about something That was neither me Nor you. I went to a party. Calm was streaming Like the flow of a river, The current, even. But, the river was also Pinched at the sides. Being held in, Restricted by its shores. I went out. Left this collective consciousness. Took a deep breath And felt myself lifted Back up to where you are. I didn't notice this tension Until I walked away from it. The moon was shining, The clouds were drifting. It was then I realized That you were there all along. It was then I began to know The reason for my tension. You had been left there at the door. I had dropped your hand And decided to go solo. I was unguarded, Like a warrior without his sword. Like an infant without nurture. Masked. I willfully put on this mask. The people, They see something like themselves. How does one feel nothing out of something? I had felt nothing out of something. Out of substance a