Living in this libidinous body giving free rein to every fancy and whim of my cells Life is like the smoke to be exhaled and I sit high up here and nowhere.
In silence I hold communion with my soul its vibrancy deserted energy depleted just accepting that life can do this too - castles built - hopes dashed - love betrayed - dreams shattered But I want to reassure I am there alive to life not wanting to change or avenge anything but looking ahead and looking here in this pause and let this silence say what it will to me!
When I am alone not a soul in sight I can speak to the floor and the roof the columns and the beams the walls and the windows; they watch everything bear everything and hear everything I say. They are at peace doing their job come hell or high water their touch is sure and not fleeting they return everything you give. Great friends, thank you for your coldness and warmth both you gave unreservedly.
Not all is lost nor can all be ever lost so long as I can stand up. In coldness have I sought support and searched for a way out. Dreams burnt down but the sparks flew showing the way breeze came and that's enough I can make my way when coldness spawned boldness.
In despair I am buffeted dreams peeled off hopes gone to pieces unable to see the shape of things to come all by myself deserted by friends and foes alike with only coldness for company. At least that touch assures me of being alive.
All that was imagined all that was desired saw the light of construction in firmness and strength and then the spirit went out chipping away pieces here and there and now I stand in the desertion of one's own dreams. In coldness I search for a ray of hope on which I can climb and recover something of that energy.
That was then...
and now I want to
leave all that behind.
Impetuous and tempestuous
wild and passionate
I had dived headlong
into love and affairs
and paid for it.
The fire still burns
in my loins
and no regrets
nor shame.
But now life
is my passion
and let each day
bring forth
the birth of a new
me.