Who Will Write Our Story?

Wu Qiong, Artist
Art by Wu Qiong

Maybe it’s the child in me
merrily playing
with~
at love.
A silly game,
then another,
deliriously pretending
to be loved~
in love
with love.

You love me
a lot, a lot.
Or not.

Will you imagine
my fairy tale?
I see everything.
I have nothing
at all.

Is it the child in me
forever wanting
what
she cannot have?

Puella Eternis~
eternal child.
Wanting, needing,
never ending
want.

How do I dream
of coming home
to a place
I don’t belong?

What future
for life
lived
living
in the past?

And what of sorrows?
Aborted tomorrows
unmourned
unwept
unburied?

Sorry, oh so sorry, life.

How do I write
your name?
From whence
you came?

Who will sing
those songs
this heart
murmurs
in the dark?

Listen.
I hear you not.

Goodbye?
But,
you’re already gone.

Done living
done loving
done being.

Time flew
and yet
my life
was born~
of you.

Walking
under your shadow
crossroads
stopping, stumbling
waiting
a heaving sentence
pausing to wait.

But who will write our story?
Not to be read.
No.
But,
so as not
to forget:
no one
no life
is ever
for naught.

I, you,
we matter.

Time is late.
You and I
we are past
saying goodbye.

A kiss and a hug~
shelter for
the coming storm.

We have yet
to write this story.
Here, give me your hand,
I have a pen.

One River For Two

“A part of me never apart from you”

Tomebamba

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Remind me again
why
exactly how much
i once
loved you.

Days…they distance.

You…so far away..

This distance
my heart’s dementia.

Me…am i losing you?

No reason
why you should
still
i wish you would
miss me too.

A part of me
never
apart from you.

Memories go
where this one river flows.

River move me
over to the other side
of tomorrow
where even sorrow
has no space
to burrow.

Toss away time.

When I’m with you
time is fickle.

Away from you
time trickles.

River remember~
tomorrow
there’ll be no time
to say:
“tomorrow, we’ll find time to make time”.

We have no time.

River carry me
bring me back
take me
any place
anywhere
in this lifetime
if you are
there
I belong.

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License To Live

“For you, with you, beside you~I’ll go with. Ask. Yes”

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Stop wanting
what’s possible~
the ordinary;
herd’s mentality.

Covet the unattainable.

Commit.

Conceive paradise;
life extraordinary.

Life ignores victims~
preys to foolishness;
imbeciles in waiting.

Waiting to live
wanting to love.

Empty.

Hearts ache
for universes un~chartered~
the unknown.

Unlock your  heart.

Long
for what’s
invisible
impossible
improbable
unimaginable
unthinkable.

Ignite worlds upon worlds.

Wander with soul
to places
yet to learn their names.

Where
fragile mind can’t grasp
clouded eye can’t behold
burdened body can’t entangle.

Gather together
fragments of a soul~
scattered;
once upon a time
shuttered.

Birth what has yet to be.

Die to desolation.

In despair beyond despair
lies life
lives love.

Bliss incomprehensible
joy unimaginable
rapture beyond rupture.

Heed
urgencies
claiming you.

Get lost
never to be found.

Allow this odd stranger
to hold you
in thrall.

Enthralled.

Under a spell
beyond salvation.

Live!

For you
with you
beside you
I’ll go with.

Ask.

Yes.

The Trial By Choice

“Love is life, and life is lived~in love.” Say ‘yes’ no certainties, zero guarantees.

Dear God, where am I going?
Dear God, where am I going?

The journey back to me~
a we
I have yet
to fully see
is fraught with feelings
~uninvited
a gentle muttering
~uninterrupted
a heart flutters
~unexpected.

A fork in the road,
a street otherwise straight~
twists, turns, transforms.

“Where am I going?

The crossroad of choice
creates chasms,
begs closure,
demands eyes that see,
ears all attuned.

Fearing heartbreak,
dreading crushing heartache~
will you say ‘yes’
to a love
that may not be?

‘No’ to songs never-ending,
chanting despair,
threatening torment?

“Who’s going with me?”

Choose ‘no’
perhaps peace aplenty~
the sleep of the eternal dead,
the coward forever damned.

Never lay claim to life
for you have never lived.

Love is life
and life is lived~
in love.

Say ‘yes’
no certainties,
zero guarantees.

Merely the glimmer of light,
please don’t fade too fast.

A readiness,
uncertain willingness,
relentlessly agree~
Yes!
to a future
too faraway to see.

To my foolish past~’thank you;
my pulsating present~’it is what it is’;
a still veiled future~
yes indeed,
bring it on!

When Forever Is Today

Memo To Self
Memo To Self

When forever is today…
Do you kill time
watching and waiting?

Sitting and staring
moaning and moping?

Letting tomorrow
take care of itself?

Crossing fingers
that hopes and prayers
will see you through?

When love eludes you
and fortunes too
know it’s not the stars
who are to blame.

Meet me in a place
where there’s no space
for lies and cries
nor lips that lock
in one cruel mock.

Less of the right
and righteousness.
More of the light
undimmed nights.

For gloom and doom
make no room.

Understand
time will not stand still
for you
or your doubts.

A wintry time indeed
perfect
for turning one’s gaze
never ever looking back
on the you
forever left behind.

Meet the new you
reborn
whisper
“i love you”

Seeker’s Way

Mark My Way
Mark My Way

Seeker’s Way

Shepherded like herd
Treated like turd
Sitting, squatting, sleeping
On cold, dank, grimy floors.

Watching and waiting
For that clock
To the minute tick:
“Boarding time”

So much trouble
For what? And why?

Why, simply….

For…the thrill of travel

…the freedom to marvel

… the pleasure of people
meeting souls

…potential lovers secretly musing
“could it be you?…”

…the joy—though fleeting—
of forgetting
forlorn
dreary days

… the rapture
of remembering
amidst the fog
dreams.

Such is the price we pay
For world-wide wonder.

Weaving memories
Expanding minds
Pushing horizons.

Infinite possibilities.

Thus is a window
Cracked open
To turn one’s life around.

Rend, lend, and bend
Thus will we mend.

Healing is the calling
Wholeness our being.

A rhyme goes with reason
A time for each season.

With each takeoff
Praying to land
Step into
Completion.