Thursday, April 30, 2009

Free Flowing...

i was peaceful before i met you,
but i wasn't smiling.... or laughing.
i wasn't lonely before i met you,
but i wasn't hopeful, either.
i thought i heard a sound when you came around...
but maybe i was just hearing things,
like when you are expecting someone
and your ears are extra alert to every noise...
you think you hear a car pull in or a door close shut,
but no one's really there.
i want you here.... and i don't.
it's too much and it's too little.
they say the journey to joy and sorrow follow the same road.
i thought I was choosing joy.
now I'm unsure of the destination....

i guess all we can do is walk.

5 comments:

L.L. Barkat said...

Ah, Blue. You always speak... so beautifully... all I can do is listen...

Halfmom, AKA, Susan said...

Yes, it is so very lovely. It makes me want to take a deep breath and let it out very, very slowly.

bluemountainmama said...

thank you, ladies. that's encouraging coming from two fellow "soul" writers.

kirsten said...

sweet blue. so much here. so much truth. so much bittersweetness. so much tension.

i just want to sit with you at the same table, hold our cups of coffee, even if we have nothing particular to say.

love and peace to you,
-k

Elise said...

All we can do is walk. Yes. One foot in front of the other, thoughts held captive, fears covered...

Beautiful.