A Drift

I've been walking from path to path the last few hours... maybe in circles I do not know for sure... accompanied only by the murmur's of feelings and fleeting thoughts.

When I was small I would trundle off to the nearby river after school, finding a warm place in the sun to contemplate, ponder and wonder of all things happening in my life. They were (are) glorious moments when time stood still and could be seen, inhaled and held as the mosquitoes floated endlessly above the river surface and little ripples formed where the fish broke the reflecting surface as if to speak before sleeping. Always... through those moments, images and feelings of being alive would crawl up my legs and across my body extending higher until finally tapping my brain and saying "hello". They sent those little messages we all hold inside.... the one's where you kinda wonder if anyone else experiences them.... the kind we attempt to share with someone special... someone we love.... the kind which are hard to articulate yet seem so very endearing and close. Today those feelings are seeking to speak, not through words but through eyes filled with teardrops.... from a paled face holding a slight smile which embraces all and only that which is beautiful, positive and intimately warm..... knowing....

I will take your hand into my heart on my journey to a place where there is quietness and tranquil expanse; where the fragility of life exists in splendid openness and massive clarity as far as the eye can see. Once there I will write your name into the landscape with tiny pebbles so that you might live on, on top of the earth.... to experience the images above... forever and always.

Then... and only then will I let go.