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I sit high above, cloaked in darkness,

Stars sprinkled at my feet, crowning my head,

The cool balmy wind sensuous and soft,

Flitting, touching me here and there.

Serpentine translucent, the mist

Hovers, billows meanders and spreads,

Settling like a soft downy stole,

Blurring my vision, seeping into my soul.

Hadn’t been in touch at all

With myself these past few days,

There was a strange calm, a lull,

No feelings that  made me sway;

And then, briefly I connected again

And arose within me that restlessness,

Swirling there like a whirl of fever,

And making me, yet again, reel away.

I now often long to reach out and touch again,

Those thoughts that so meshed with mine

Startle, as I hear him say,

What I had felt so many eons away;

We stole thoughts from one another

The connection made was so strong,

The words were simple and almost corrective

Yet, I had found myself so deeply drawn.

Suddenly I feel so unworldly and unwise,

In the games that men and women play,

Have been a spectator all my life,

Simply standing there, holding my thoughts and feelings at bay.

I peer into the darkness of my mind

To try and fathom,

Those turning, twisting by-lanes lost in time

Am I there somewhere, still, alone, in the darkness behind?

The recklessness of youth has long passed me by,

Shackled I am by my roots and fears,

I long to soar and fly into the sunlight,

Yet, am sadly sure,

The wings I need are not there for me…

I sing my songs in a broken voice,

The wind that blows teasingly ruffles my soul,

But, the gust of power to take off is missing for sure.

Why then, does my heart fill up so easy

For, my cup is overfull to the brim,

Yet, knowing there isn’t and cannot be a receptacle,

It flows and overflows and overspills…..

 ~Glowing Embers~