unobliged

to make it stop.
the endless sound of waves upon the shore.
the hissing of the setting sun –
sliding without reluctance into the sea.
the wailing of the dying –
day –
sad victim to the night.
 
to simply make it –
stop.
 
in the sweet escape of that moment –
removed from the evidence of sound –
no contemplation of why,
or what,
or even reference to suppose.
in that sacred situation of nothing –
to merely – be.
 
how seductive – thoughts of unbecoming.
to exit – quiet – from the courtroom of disallowed.
free at last from chains of should.
unbound – no longer – by petitions of presume.
pardoned from occurrence of something –
unobliged –
obligated to –
nothing…

thread of life

 

inside my head,

the thoughts of you –

collect like raindrops in a sieve…

 

i cannot hold them,

so they fall in puddles

on the floor…

 

saturated with these feelings,

i fear the levy soon will break,

and i’ll pour out upon myself.

 

if so released –

where will i run?

all i’ve ever known of life

is how to be restrained.

 

you de-construct all my defenses,

thaw this soul –

frozen from a lack of touch,

a life of discontent.

 

i wonder,

with those liquid pools of comfort,

how it is –

you cannot see –

the magnitude of what you mean to me…

 

strong,

secure –

you are the very thread

of the fabric of my sanity!