When to Wait (This is for you)

When we first met it was simple and I trusted you without fail. Modernized pen pals, personal but safely guarded. Buckets of emotion tipped for you. With some common ground we grew. Years past and still, I barely know you. Through personal thick and thin, you were there when I needed, with the right questions answering  my thoughts before I'd say a word. Just talking to you made everything better. And you were right you know, when you said, "Our time apart before we really knew each other brought us closer."

It's been a long time since I felt this way; a beautiful cliche and simple is suddenly perfect. That adrenaline rush you get from telling another how you feel. Like I've stolen the stars, saving them for a night with you. The comfort you get in the passenger seat while the one you love is driving, windows down, slightly chilly; a summer night but cool enough to embrace head on. Or a hike through the forest until all else is gone. Just you and me. Taking deep breaths, the scent of an adventure with you smells as sweet as morning dew on soft petals.

With others it was quick and painful. nothing prevailed and I was left wandering, twice. I've taken  long walks, where wooden planks are dangerous, but to hold your hand and take a different path would be perfect because now...

 I have more to give. Much to share. Time to spend... With you.

Atop a Bridge

The wind shivered, gently questioning my face. Softly, warm; like a breath of air it caressed every crevice I never knew. Intelligently enticing my ignorance to the tip of each hair. Neutralizing my intended lean. Begging my attention, It spoke. Asked of a relationship, one to die for. Dwelling, sharing prismatic horizons; a spectral journey away from the setting and into the rising sun. Two days in a day; twice the amount of candy colored stars. Twice the amount of sky; dappled by stormy quandaries of life and otherwise, paired with a carbonating generation  and a twenty-twelve atmosphere. All the justification needed for one last adventure.

"See all of  it, everything," generous words understood in my ears as spoken by a gentle beast. How could one refuse?

Gaping, fathomless depths filled with the stench of nature, harboring in memories of chromatic sunsets, blanketed by a million tiny diamonds blinking a lullaby; milking you to sleep. Traveling lightly across oceans spanning miles; whittled down to rivers, delicately maneuvering through mountains and canyons. Kicking up sandstorms stories high. Playing under the Northern Lights. Visiting the entire great space... and then back. Humbled by memories that snatched me from a reality atop that windy bridge. Dangerously fighting a falling dream, when our time is over I feel desolate. If there were an option I'd follow the Wind, into It's sunset. Uniting with the night; shrouded in stars.

But He's not really gone. We are a whole. I've been handed control and responsibility.
Atop that bridge there is another. Leaning against my rush.
It's my turn to show you the world now.

Masquerade

            Recently, there are doors that have shut, doors that.., secretly, I never really fully expected would one day actually deny admittance. Awareness begets hostility. Fevered questions arise and land arrogantly across unwelcome mats woven with a strand of confusion. I've become unrecognizable as current characteristics being to play heavy on emotional levees.
            Even my reflection is a different person with another thought, a suggestion really. I no longer recognize myself, each feeling is a different face. Every passionate emotion; a gamble. It goes something like this:

Reality isn't fake just not of concern. Presently a child-like idea. Consequently consequences . Existence imitates ingenuity and the world becomes a haven for the mad. Imagination buds with blood on it's petals. Death, in the portrayal of a child's rhyme.

            A second; just a split, twinkling in an eye. There are chances and decisions that beckon passionately. Redemption swarms. This time, wrist are up and ready. Each mask falls. Laying bare are the complexities of someone familiar.
            Recognizable now, doors open suitably. Doors which deny the admittance of those I carry. Trivial frustration. Practice to perfection an elated life. Defined by the universe as unmasked.