Just.......let go.

It was the light, beneath the subtle veneer of her eyes
that usurped this secluded vision, without voice
I was compelled to follow, this light
to a fruishion that I, as now, had only witnessed.

let go.

she seemed a stray shadow, a silent footstep within
this heart, treading upon stones left that one, as her
might follow, and tho from here I caressed the softness
of her cheek, it was these hands that ached to once again

let go.

She turned, knowing that I followed, yet still hidden by this sight
those flowing limbs of a decadent dream springing to life within this..
forest without a name, within this silver night where the moon
whispered promises, secrets, tantalizing a seeded need, she smiled...

a pure form reaching, asking, that I do nothing, but follow, she moved
between trees as the silver bell of her laughter found me, releasing places
that long asked to be seen, yet bound by a timid fear, I simply, could not open
might I?, without want nor fragility, follow the subtle outline of a form, perfect?

let go.

There, in an meadow where the long grass swayed light against hands outreached
she walked, back to me still, moonlight seemed to gather 'round her, as a lover
caressing the flesh of her neck, the subtle curve of her shoulder, the silk of her
tanned skin, her honeyed long hair seemed to dance of its own accord.

She turned, and in a moment that seemed frozen in time, our eyes
met within the depths of two souls aware, alive, and by this
a single tear formed, born from those secluded lost places
that seemed, without cause to form, within us both

let go.

Slowly, we began walking in unison, hesitant steps
we knew the single tear fell upon cheeks that sought a hand
we knew the fragility of love, we knew the betrayal, the telling cost
yet winds swept and guided our stare, the moonlight fell bathing us, both

we met, two spirits bound within this center of all things yet none
fingers reached, touched, eternity sighed, we where stood, naked
two souls open that each might bare witness to a gift
my hand found her cheek, hers rested a shoulder

A whisper, without voice, telling us,
let go
here, within this valley of subtle dreams
my fantasy lover, my maiden of no name
she rested her cheek against me, as behind me
a door closed
forever
and a single word
sounded
within the ever darkness....



home.




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