Sunday, January 14, 2018

Stardust - Pó Estelar




Casting Dust



I’ve been showing up - time and again.  Did I not yet please them all?
I do not wish to bargain, I only come to ask (and give) for Mercy and gentleness…  Will I have a heart left to give?
This isn’t about romance, nor tales of useless old memories.
I remember them all, what is it for?
As long as our son is all knowing of his mother’s love and her commitment to him, the world is only a dream…
Am I safe to love - again? When did I (if I ever did) stop loving what I like to call, “Him”?
Sometimes I wonder if I didn’t make 'him' up myself so I could walk this far…  Knowing who I am - that’s very probable.
There are no guarantees and life is calling us all, to dance with our fears as if with old friends (can’t we be just friends? We can’t even “make friends” with dogs without a contract anymore…).
All the while this sharp little pain, so little and so heavy, was sinking deep inside my heart…

~ ”I remember it; I remember when I was left there… Nonetheless, I was under the stars and they were so very beautiful…
They were bright and casting dust, they were pouring it all over me while you felt good for thirty seconds… Did you feel good?” ~

At that moment I saw eternity (I am it...), I wanted to see it forever…

 …But then I heard the voices of my children and a few good friends calling for me to finish conversations I haven’t had yet…
They whisper here and there - they remind me of home… They remind me of you too and all the others…

Love, I’m now sweating and needy, never once have I dared to look at myself  from this angle… I look ugly and unattractive but I feel so rested, please make love to me (in your mind first)… 

Dja Putin