From The Soil To The Sky Poem by Ella Veyes

He is my scars.
Every day a new entry.
Maybe it’s the dream I love, the unattainable dream,
And not the reality.

He catches my fall..
Though he’s unaware
Though he causes it anyway, and it stops without stopping,
And it tears without tear.

He’s all I need to be real.
My living ghost runs deep.
Maybe it’s the harsh truth I need, to somehow feel awake,
Trapped in restless sleep.

He’s all I don’t have.
I have what he’s not.
Though he isn’t everything, he’s everything else;
Everything’s not a lot.

He’s every noise.
Each divine sound.
And I’m so tired of listening, listening to silence;
My stillness bound.

He’s uncreated words.
For create them, I daren’t.
A hopeful hallucination, he can’t be real.
Sometimes I wish he weren’t.