"Looking hard into your eyes
There was nobody I'd ever known
Such an empty surprise to feel so alone
Now for me some words come easy
But I know that they don't mean that much
Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch
You never knew what I loved in you
I don't know what you loved in me
Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be..."
There was nobody I'd ever known
Such an empty surprise to feel so alone
Now for me some words come easy
But I know that they don't mean that much
Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch
You never knew what I loved in you
I don't know what you loved in me
Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be..."
"How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been dreaming I could make it right
If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
To be the one you need
Awake again I can't pretend and I know I'm alone
And close to the end of the feeling we've known..."
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been dreaming I could make it right
If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
To be the one you need
Awake again I can't pretend and I know I'm alone
And close to the end of the feeling we've known..."
“All actual life is
encounter.” ~ Martin Buber
"Where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure." ~ Rumi
She seemed so raw and so real, a woman of fiery mystical
intelligence and crazed beauty. Her eyes stunned and pierced my soul while she
silently listened to my story and absorbed with her body some of my pain. She
didn’t try to fix or suggest, no "you should do this or that," she just sat with
me, talked with me, held my hand, kissed me, and was present with and for me; as
refreshing as an early spring rain.
Her being brought a storm into my life - a brief, furious,
sweeping storm that ravaged and churned all that it touched. Full of
lightening, thunder, rain, wind and then the calm tranquil peace of contentment
and sleep. She asked a question that no one had asked before, a question that
remains etched in my mind and the questions itself reveals all that she is, “would
you rather me know you by reading what you have written or by being with you?”
It is a question that pleads for connection and relationship, for being and experiencing
of life together.
Then she vanished as quickly as she had come. An ethereal
wisp of presence, an eff of the ineffable both an angel and a devil vanishing
into the night leaving her spirit to both haunt and comfort my loneliness and discontent.
She set me on a course, a direction, yet without a destination. The journey
continues and all journeys are risks.
"Sometimes touching another person is more than I can bear." ~ Walt Whitman
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