An irrelevant Soliloquy of a Vacant Mind.

Salt

We bathe in its oceans,

crispy as it settles.

Marking your skin with mappings of the earth, exposing the labyrinth of your being.

Our soul bleeds it,

dampening our exterior cages.

Flooding the souls windows -

a viscous welcome sting, as the windows begin to fog.

It feeds the colours of the serrated reef, that wilfully guard your pains.

A vibrant distracting armour,

a hypnotic costume alluring watchers.

Salt

Eyes flood with rolling tides.

The swell spills onto the shorelines of your lips. Pulling back the liquid blanket,

disguising vulnerable truths.

I can taste in on your skin.

An all too familiar stagnant flow,

the intimidating clasp refusing to let go.

The rolling ripples, forming puddles for me to play. Excitement rises as innocence laughs.

Salt

Your nectar so sweet.

A heavy golden syrup,

a nectar bitterly quenching.

Honey filters your body’s blueprints, your channels coated sweetly.

Your frequencies tuned to purity,

an undeniable entrapment of gold.

The welcoming sweetness stirs the salty foundations. A delectable dance of the two delights.

Honey

I see you,

draping your silky syrup. Offering your sweetness, an elixir fit for a queen.

Im happily high, drunken off your mead.

Thank you

for all that you have given me, and for everything you have not.

Thank you

for sharing time and space,

for the creation and for nurturing my process.

I only hope for the time to nurture and cradle you.

There isn't much left.

Time.

It was never yours nor mine.

There’s been times when we demand more, too absent to experience this moments gift. Theres been times when I wanted no part. I’m now asking it to stop.

To have these moments hang softly,

to have them warm our stagnant hearts.

To have them ignite our innate yearning to express with a warm embrace.

Thank you

For your forgiveness.

The evolution of my being causing empathic pains.

I feel yours now.

Thank you

You gave me you’r all.

Offering the world your everything, now you're left with none.

Your gracious acceptance of everything dark, only to hold it and make the darkness yours.

Light

That is what you are. Every fibre, every thought. So much light.

I’m heavy hearted.

Thank you for our time,

for today, tomorrow, and yesterday.

Time

I’m here asking for more, you’re grateful we have any.

Who’s it all for, in the end? Does it matter if there’s no one there to feel your gesture, the offering of your warm embrace?

Gentle whispers into the cradled pillow.

Who’s there to share the tales of last nights dreams?

You met them there anyway, they know how your story goes. Darling

You battled the villains of your waking hours. You splayed them with swords shaped like sunflowers.

You rescued him to set him free ~ you’d made reservations but only for one ~ in this life anyway.

When the days done you lye back in satisfaction, graciously reflecting on your days triumphs. Dandelions dance into the open air, falling like those thoughts of yesterdays.

The evening sun’s warmth gently kisses your cheeks, commending your efforts and encouraging you to wake.

Darling

You need not to wake just yet.

Continue to roam with an airy mind filled with the aspirations and playfulness of your children. This world is crying for you, like you cry for it

- or another. World that is. Otherworldly, is what you are. Darling

You make yourself welcome, she won’t nor he. They never will.

You existence is only that - never their’s or yours to share.

Selfish truths being the most generous of all.

Keep them guarded with your essence - the one of Wild Women. A subtle tide of sweet bitterness will form in the corners of your lips, as you quiver with excitement knowing you have no need for tomorrow.