Wednesday, April 8, 2015
The Most Beautiful Truth I Know.
The fractures of a human mind,
Untidy, a mess of untied ribbons
Frayed and faded.
The picture once sweet
Subsides to a shallow shadow.
Her silhouette was bold in darkness,
She liked it.
Walking with it behind, beside, in front of her body
Wherever the sun fell and drifted to
Whenever the moon glistened in the deepened shade of the ocean sky,
A spot light keen to discover her shape and temper.
She is alone.
She didn't care.
Her mind was the company she sought to keep.
Where were they?
And what was love.
Love was supposed to be a tidal wave of happiness
Meant to wash up the sadness scattered in the sand.
Kissing and healing a soul of madness
Or convincing two worlds that they are one dream,
A tiptoe away from a nightmare.
She was allured by the nightmare,
Where quietly lies the truth.
She couldn't quite reach it,
She didn't know what it was to be in love.
Was too afraid to grab it by the collar
And pull it in.
Was scared she was already passed happiness,
Would drown in him instead of receiving healing kisses.
Who is this man she has created for so many years,
And this notion of love as a blue bird's endless song.
Easy love, easy love.
She never wanted easy.
Fantasies of passionate heartache
Letting love destroy and explode with a fire
That cannot be cooled.
Where the Phoenix rises like a God,
She wanted to be someone's Goddess of Everything.
Years of happy solitude etched away the promise
Of a man shining like a sun just to warm her pretty face.
The music casting hours of freedom
In perfect loneliness.
How sad it is to see her boldness fade into content.
The confusion she thought conquered
Stirring once again inside
The human fragments of the mind.
Maybe it's never going to end,
The breath wavers in the crisp air
Swerving like the highs and lows of the world.
A moment of perfection and she forgets to keep her head loose of the questions.
Remember sweet girl, leave them behind as the ocean leaves the shore.
The answers aren't in anything we can imagine.
She takes a step back from the sun,
into the shade where she has found
The most beautiful truth she has ever known:
Nothing really matters.
Topic(s) of this poem: lost,love,solitude