Between the Falling and the Fall..

Kiss Of Passion - Leonid Afremov

How do we pinpoint that exact moment
between the falling and the fall
between the fragrance and the memory
between the lasting and the temporary

between the strike and the flame..
between the essence and the name

between the grasp and the retract
the flight and the impact.

between the bud and the blossom,
the mundane and the awesome.

Between the silence and the sound
and the music that abounds,
between the pluck and the strum
between the parts and the sum.

Between the hit and the miss
the drawing near and the kiss
the passion and the bliss.

How can we grasp that imperceptible shift
between the forgetting and the recall,
… between the falling and the fall..
in Love

“Driftwood In Your Ocean”

http://www.pinterest.com/pin/532832199636095888/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I am silent,
I am down in my imagination.
I am swimming,
seeing the surface of your eyes,
the sea beneath them,
the currents..
upwelling.

Never mistake my silence for absence.
I am driftwood in your ocean,
you flow above and below.

I seek your presence in the pause..
where the seed of a poem forms.
Such a sweet and quiet place,
your eyes.

I’ve fallen asleep to the essence of you
many evenings..
searching for what you
already hold
and offer
in a kiss.

conveyed by ~ Arthur ‘Skip’ Maselli  
http://www.phosphorimental.com/poetry/driftwood-in-your-ocean/
anthologized & edited by ~ skyblueandblack

The Deepest Scars

All your life you have been the giver,  the supporter,
the one who has to remain strong for everyone else…

And then one day a special person comes along..
And is able to see through your facade of strength;
Able to see through your “I’m fine” as his penetrating eyes gaze into yours;
Able to perfectly translate your *sigh*s.

May I hold your hand?”, he quietly asks.
When your smile shyly acquiesces,
he takes your hand and holds it with such gentle firmness..
and all your fears disappear
as the early morning mist disappears when the sun rises.

And when he takes you in his arms ~ gently encircling you ~ enveloping you in warmth;
It is akin to being submerged in deep, calm waters;
breathing serenity;
absorbing tranquility;
cocooned in a sanctuary of tenderness.

You rest your weary head upon his strong, broad shoulders…
and all the years of turmoil effortlessly melt away.

And when he kisses you ~oh, his kisses..
the world disappears.
Time stands still and nothing else matters.
You float..
you float so high,
feeling your feet may never again touch the ground.

You see, the scars that are deepest in our heart
are the ones that remain long after the pain is gone —
long after we have forgiven,
and perhaps even forgotten.

Then that one person appears, and he reaches in deep,
even deeper than those scars;
and it hurts
oh, it hurts.

He reaches in, and rips them out..
and you bleed..
and you hemorrhage..
and you break..
… purged of all your tormented past.

Yes, it is the only way to heal,
the only way to fully and completely revive,
and become whole once again.

He knows exactly what to do with the broken pieces..
how to look at you,
how to hold you,
how to kiss you,
how to soothe you.

He somehow found his way through the maze of your barricades
scaled the walls you had erected
and effortlessly tore them down.
He did not give you life, but he resurrected it after it had been asleep for so long.
And you did not know you were sleeping.

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.” ~ Rumi