Ariadne's Thread

Elsewhere Inside

Held simmering in hazel

soft color of brown, warm

strong nectar, brown of harvest moon

of the earth, off the ground

the green of rivers flowing through

the willow wheat, in the eyes of truth

those colors, the colors i do see

dripping all through, the scene, the vision i see, in the body of you

and so i hold, and so i see

what fears as colors nestled inside of me

no more longing, for the longing has returned

only to be turned, turned away

by the strength of present tense

the tense of my heart, as my heart does hold

the worlds in yours

to ease such worry, to carry such pain

when in truth, it is you, only you that remains

as for i would follow my own strength into

such darkness that lasts a spell

spells before the night, before the day

when my eyes did first cast, did first fall upon

the beauty of you, there is a word, there is a time

for moments longing to grow beyond

for moments to hold, to hear something more

than our mouths are willing to say, but our hearts

it is our hearts that trully feel

and speak to me, to us, in memories lost

those memories feel, life always comes

to steal, at a cost, though in now, i feel

as your skin, my soul to heal

and reach out to your place

place a kiss across your soul

your skin, your face, and then to do it all over again

with a smile in color, the emerald fruit that once was

and now we know, know one another

be in truth, and hold truth within, i find forever gazing

just as this moment with you, finally began