Bella Dyosa

Gone were the days where the sun chased me.

So, I raced to a place where it could barely leave.

The mark, the burn, the pain of it all

got me thinking and longing and wishing to fall

to fall over a cliff,

to fall into the crevices of the moon,

to fall within myself,

just to see you.

Would I find love again?

Would it find me?

Would I ever stop counting the days

of my unseen belief?

Through silence and sound,

through waters and fire,

we both could have made it,

if our hearts didn’t tire.

But there I was,

and there you stand.

With a choice beneath the surface

aligned to some grand, some lily-livered, shitty ass plan.

You know what I mean.

My keen, lean, gorgeous love thing,

I wish you were here

to turn rooms obscene.

The beauty, serenity,

the signs, synchronicities

were more than enough for me.

How can a place,

with its scents and sensibilities,

wrap its warm arms so greatly

around a soul wounding?

Broken and hopeless to a point of aching agony

yet

ready and willing

to claim what’s hers and see.

See the vast life within her being.

See what slips through the cracks of yin and yang.

See we are always one with the universe.

And along came the Island of the Gods

with a bigger plan.

The plan to grieve,

the plan to be,

the plan to heal.

The ultimate, grand scheme of sealing the deal.

Once they reveal

the bonds of six and nine

between infinite beings

long ago intertwine.

It was then it occurred to me.

It was then I knew well.

It was then love burst,

cascaded,

cracked the depths of my shell.

To fall,

and to fall into love that is true,

was, is, and always will be in me.

Without a doubt, without a clue,

and finally,

with you.

Fin.