Angel Rising...
Poetic
02 Mar 2005
Angel Rising...
Waves rush through my entrenchment...(s)...dissipating into grace and wist...
...elevating me to my knees...rocking me between...
...interludes, upon shores untreaded, marking your departure(s)...and returns...
...not just on this day, your day, another day...
...that creation took a step back...exhaled...and peered through its thumb...
...but also one peel of the calendar ago...when the last second summoned fourth...
...the anniversary of a groundbreaker being laid to rest...
...and commemorated a new legacy taking flight.
Alas, I was somewhere...without an instrument to play...other than my thoughts...entangled in chaos’ minor chords...drifting off into the symphony of your essence.
So sorry that I did not cut through the circles...
...to stroke the keys...
What visions peer through the toast of the looking glass from the convergences of the colossally compelling...
...whose bonds, whether ached for or unwanted, to white lace almost cloaked bloodshot eyes...
...from passions on the rocks with pressure chasers...
...served to so many who translated them into longing gazes...
...and heart-seeking missives...
...toward those they loved...
...and that which they could not comprehend.
Closing those shades...from the outside...for a breath...before looking within...without...and with anything I can muster...
...wishing any were all...and hoping it isn’t...
...in this moment...until the next...and before the previous...
...beckoning the trail of the eternal....
Seeking forgiveness for hungering for my own spotlights...
...to heal wounds more than pave paths...
...perhaps...
and for soaking in the shadows...
Feeling the times you inhaled in the moments...battling expectations...outside...inside...and through...reaching up...reaching down...reaching back...pushing forward...pressing onward...
...bearing incredible gifts...fueling driven dreams...and masking distorted reflections....
You carried so many...even as you struggled to hold yourself up...
...and you have lifted even more.
Wondering whether I am holding up, holding on...or holding out...
...in between holding high.
Seeking the tenderness in the demanding...
...having felt both within you.
Hearing the clock’s naysayers cacophonize each tick....
Grasping the beats in between the hands...and summoning the strength to accept truths half-unwrapped... with bows still tied...
...in front of my face...and behind my back.
Stretched by the grandeur of your depths...and the surf that you rode between eternity and fragility...
...on the stages of, and during, your journey...
...and since.
Marveling at the sandcastles you built on beautiful beaches...and dead-end streets...
...that gave the forlorned, the four-walled and the forevered, unburied treasures with expanding maps...
...through the acts of their own sagas.
Clinging to the eroding passages of time....and the permanence left behind....
Gasping at the dispersed finding their way to those after...those before...and those again.
Pounding the pavements of grains uncertain with the flows you channel(ed)...through dedication(s) unstoppable...and realizations obscured.
Fighting through the shards between to chronicle valiant struggles....
Clutching seashells while rocking upon the windswept ebbs and flows....
Aching for the power of the strewn for one moment more...one moment less...and for one moment to claim...as something greater than my own.
Feeling your expansiveness experiencing so much...in so many ways...
...weights collapsing...cascading...elevating...simultaneously.
Not a dry sky in the house.
Shivering at the torrential...
...reaching towards the inimitable...
...connecting to the incomparable...
...until...
Waves rush through my entrenchment...(s)...dissipating into grace and wist...
...elevating me to my knees...rocking me between...
...interludes, upon shores untreaded, marking your departure(s)...and returns...
...not just on this day, your day, another day...
...that creation took a step back...exhaled...and peered through its thumb...
...but also one peel of the calendar ago...when the last second summoned fourth...
...the anniversary of a groundbreaker being laid to rest...
...and commemorated a new legacy taking flight.
Alas, I was somewhere...without an instrument to play...other than my thoughts...entangled in chaos’ minor chords...drifting off into the symphony of your essence.
So sorry that I did not cut through the circles...
...to stroke the keys...
What visions peer through the toast of the looking glass from the convergences of the colossally compelling...
...whose bonds, whether ached for or unwanted, to white lace almost cloaked bloodshot eyes...
...from passions on the rocks with pressure chasers...
...served to so many who translated them into longing gazes...
...and heart-seeking missives...
...toward those they loved...
...and that which they could not comprehend.
Closing those shades...from the outside...for a breath...before looking within...without...and with anything I can muster...
...wishing any were all...and hoping it isn’t...
...in this moment...until the next...and before the previous...
...beckoning the trail of the eternal....
Seeking forgiveness for hungering for my own spotlights...
...to heal wounds more than pave paths...
...perhaps...
and for soaking in the shadows...
Feeling the times you inhaled in the moments...battling expectations...outside...inside...and through...reaching up...reaching down...reaching back...pushing forward...pressing onward...
...bearing incredible gifts...fueling driven dreams...and masking distorted reflections....
You carried so many...even as you struggled to hold yourself up...
...and you have lifted even more.
Wondering whether I am holding up, holding on...or holding out...
...in between holding high.
Seeking the tenderness in the demanding...
...having felt both within you.
Hearing the clock’s naysayers cacophonize each tick....
Grasping the beats in between the hands...and summoning the strength to accept truths half-unwrapped... with bows still tied...
...in front of my face...and behind my back.
Stretched by the grandeur of your depths...and the surf that you rode between eternity and fragility...
...on the stages of, and during, your journey...
...and since.
Marveling at the sandcastles you built on beautiful beaches...and dead-end streets...
...that gave the forlorned, the four-walled and the forevered, unburied treasures with expanding maps...
...through the acts of their own sagas.
Clinging to the eroding passages of time....and the permanence left behind....
Gasping at the dispersed finding their way to those after...those before...and those again.
Pounding the pavements of grains uncertain with the flows you channel(ed)...through dedication(s) unstoppable...and realizations obscured.
Fighting through the shards between to chronicle valiant struggles....
Clutching seashells while rocking upon the windswept ebbs and flows....
Aching for the power of the strewn for one moment more...one moment less...and for one moment to claim...as something greater than my own.
Feeling your expansiveness experiencing so much...in so many ways...
...weights collapsing...cascading...elevating...simultaneously.
Not a dry sky in the house.
Shivering at the torrential...
...reaching towards the inimitable...
...connecting to the incomparable...
...until...
ttunez
02 Mar 2005
[quote name='Poetic' date='Mar 2 2005, 10:22 PM']
Angel Rising...
Some of this is good, though quite lengthy.
Angel Rising...
Some of this is good, though quite lengthy.
mculjak
03 Mar 2005
Poetic, on Mar 2 2005, 10:22 PM, said:
...bearing incredible gifts...fueling driven dreams...and masking distorted reflections....
You carried so many...even as you struggled to hold yourself up...
...and you have lifted even more.
You carried so many...even as you struggled to hold yourself up...
...and you have lifted even more.
Thanks for sharing... really liked this particular passage...
Marie
