lost-ecstasy

... I am tired of speaking. I would like to sit by the sea and be silentstill as the mists enclose me in their sleep. I would like to fill my mouth with pebbles and swallow stones. Listen for a few hours, as bunches of hair lift into the air and swirl about my face Lean back on the palms of my hands and feel my upper body slowly sink I want to hear the roar of tree tops swaying and the distant song of seagull-shrieking I want to watch someone walk along a log, and jump down to their hands and knees on a large flat stone where breakers crash with ocean spray and foam filled waters retreat into the endlessness that begot them. I want to

"no I'm not sure I can handle it." I would have said. And you would reply "Sure you can, you are strong." ("Strongest woman I know") Soul would sigh (with you by my side). My response if truth be told would say "I'm piecing apart like a puzzle piece pulled, unravelling I am like a yarn roll unfurrelled." ~Yes one at a time they take me apart, the pieces removed, I am growing weak here by myself. And this is where it lies, the invitation open to many pairs eyes of which few would do fine to piece replace in a loving embrace for love promises kept are glue those who know are few Proverbs 13:12 Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but

If you are my friend then come to help. If you are my friend then show yourself. Wanting or begging or asking for more Knocking down words, Locking closed doors. If you are my friend I'd ask you please to give me a hand plant me a tree I'll whisper you secrets and tell you no lies I'll give you the keeper's key and delay our goodbyes If you are my friend my love a soul whose treasure has been reason I smile at the world then show yourself true, please I beg of you. If you were my friend I'd give you it all my money my power my time, my fall and more than all that true promises keep - I'll give you my heart which heals your