Sinuous Lines 18.10.15

I remember journeying across your words

And they led me to a place of hope

A touch of mist carried scents of childhood,

And sweet innocence; untouched by woes,

Ungreyed by wisps of self-inflicted torture.

Yes, it was a time of naivety and denial;

But it was a happy place.

I remember your lines, and how hooked I was.

Fore they celebrated the little nothings

That make up everything. The bliss;

If we dared to look, if we dared to open up

For their gift and the web of life were ours to live.

I remember thinking that the sinuous lines went through me;

Like rivers shredding through the valleys of my core.

The carried so many meanings for you.

You certainly couldn't fathom from your holy rainy meadows,

That they could bear so much hope

To other lost and weary travelers

I remember wondering along the way that somewhere,

Your dancing lines quivered; and there, I shivered.

However, a melodious voice told me “ this is not weak”.

No this is what strength is about. This is rebirth, a new cycle.

And happy I was for you had found the source of it.

And I remember not being able to convey any of this.

The rush of the fall of fall

The welcomed invigorating chill of acceptance

The thrill with the perfume of this blooming bliss

The awe at the vibrant hues being born from an abyss

I remember feeling jubilant about it all

I remember not saying thank you; so here I am.