A Loose Collection of Words

[Windy]

Lovers:

A lovers quarrel, lives lived together, prisoners of fear and distrust.
They do battle, one against the other, endlessly struggling for equilibrium.
Ravaged, one has wounds, marks, outwardly, noticeable and unmistakable.
Yet inside the other lives fearful, still unexposed in entirety, a tortured prisoner of societal moors.
Exerting strength only to leave the other vulnerable, exposed physically, emotionally, while inwardly content and comfortable.
While seeking escape from the prison of fear and distrust.

Some souls caring yet unknowing, the depth and breadth of the storm, the tempest, the tornadoes of emotion.
Others uncaring, self-absorbed, their own demons, blissfully unaware of nearby turmoil.
Tsunamis of passion, excitement washing relentlessly, unendingly against the worldly being, the other determined to have their way.
While seeking escape from the prison of fear and distrust.

Life slipping by, time, tick tock, tick tock, It must be soon or all will be naught.
A passable existence by many standards, unremarkable, unacknowledged like so many others.
A fight to retain mediocrity, a faulty inner sense, secretly knowing customary precept will not prevail.
Union, consummation and compromise will advance. The gentle strength unremitting, endless.
While seeking escape from the prison of fear and distrust.

Ambivalence. To what end life now, the shadows lengthen. A darkness enveloping my soul.
Covertly knowing there can only be one discharge, embracing the time, the harmony.
A lovers quarrel, lives lived together, prisoners of fear and distrust.
They do battle, one against the other, endlessly struggling for equilibrium.
While seeking escape from the prison of fear and distrust.

                  ~~ * ♥♥ ☆ ♥♥ * ~~

[Windy]

The Journey:

In secret forest glades the wind dances with the leaves of life, surrounded by them yet alone.
A male fae, the last of his kind smiles softly, sits alone and rests.
In time becoming still with the leaves on the forest floor.
Undisturbed, unmoving, relaxed, now resting without end.

At the crest I pause, looking back across the wooded valley I have come from.
I smile, appreciating the panoramic vista, the simple warm familiarity.
I turn and walk on, looking forward into the new valley, the unknown lay enticing, spread out before me.

This rarely traversed path rent with vines, rocks and hidden danger.
The vista behind now lost, I travel forward, drawn on by unseen forces, the path ahead perilous.
The path of return and valley behind, so well know, no desire remains, or will to return.

The warmth rose from the valley, a welcome knowing reaching out to touch and console.
Her smiles now travel from her soul and life, circling the lands, the seas, in the day and in the night.
As she moves onward they move from heart to heart, sharing love and warmth wherever they alight.

Memories not so far away, gentle zephyrs vanquish seeds of doubt in my mind.
A valley awash with beauty and newness, caressing, refreshing thoughts, hearts, and souls.
I am coming home.

                  ~~ * ♥♥ ☆ ♥♥ * ~~

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Goodbye:

Must I say goodbye when I don't want to go.
Choices I've made for you much more a blow.
We have so much together yet nothing shown.
Starting over again will bring pain in a world alone.

Can you not see the world with my eyes.
Unique your eyes see to me different skies.
Have we become so different you and I.
That we must part for our separate lives.

I don't know why this began or when it may end.
Perhaps it started many years ago and we just tried to make amends.
The pain and the sorrow we have when we pretend.
A hand held to the end knowing I will however transcend.

I have no strength beyond my bonds I made to you.
So many years ago in good faith and without another view.
My decisions made, so much anguish grows strongly within me.
My desires forget a world spent together which seems to be.
A stand to far from your heart however easy it seems to you.

I am I no more no less underneath for I am undressed.
Bared to the soul I perhaps seem casually careless.
Yet to you I give more than I possess, I shall be indebted.
To a life shared together and forever but knowing that.
You will ask me to say goodbye when I don't want to go.

                    ~~ * ♥♥ ☆ ♥♥ * ~~

[Windy]

Costumes:

I remove my costume, my mask, the ones you are accustomed to, the ones I have worn most my life.
You behold the real me, not so different yes, but a different sameness instead.
The costume and mask removed, new and fresh, disorientating at best concerning none the less.
I sense your fear your aversion to change, wanting me to put the costume and mask back on again.
The new me you see yes it's strange, but I can and do understand your pain.
Passing though my exchange, knowing you won't be there to help me sustain.
Anything of a life without costume or mask, and knowing it will never be the same.
But I do know you will have your life back, and begin to live and love again.

                    ~~ * ♥♥ ☆ ♥♥ * ~~

[Windy]

Melancholy:

Loneliness and greyness my happy companions on this journey, periodically interrupt my life and thoughts.
Generally they are content to just sit by my side and keep company.
Melancholy follows me constantly like a lonely and hungry stray, seeking shelter, warmth, and sustenance from me.
Yet my own reality seems oddly less attractive and nourished with every passing day.

                    ~~ * ♥♥ ☆ ♥♥ * ~~

[Windy]

Mirror:

I look into the mirror
It has taken me a while
I recognise who I am
The fight has not been futile

The old me now gone
Just a pleasant recollection
Unified with the rest of me
Together in this projection

My eyes open to the soul
Filled without barrier
For you to behold
More than just character

Twin realities now one
No longer a duality
My reality here now
Together in singularity

I cry and feel tears upon my skin
Better than stifling them deep within
Drowning me in their sorrow
For now I have a new tomorrow.

                    ~~ * ♥♥ ☆ ♥♥ * ~~

[Windy]

Paradise:

The colours of the paradise, that sits upon your wrist.
Lightens my soul, of lingering dark mists.

Beyond the wings, the coloured bird at play.
The smile above, spreading warmth throughout the day.

As night time comes, and the colours close.
I am given to dreams, of paradise and repose.

Awakening a new day with strength anew.
Pleasantly conscious the world includes you.

                    ~~ * ♥♥ ☆ ♥♥ * ~~

[Windy]

Dreams:

Late at night when the house is quiet, and I am feeling alone, cause no one else is at home. Sometimes I dream, dreams made of sugar and spice and lots of things nice.
Sometimes of puppy dogs tails, snips of snails and other stuff, perhaps less concise.
But mostly I dream of a Knight, who slays the fright, and holds my hand tight in the dead of night.

                    ~~ * ♥♥ ☆ ♥♥ * ~~