...look at me

sometimes i wish i was a poet so that i could phrase my way back to that moment. 

It was like all the infinities crammed into one flickr

 

i remember it well

a cold rush of wind and you turned close to me to rest your weary little girl head. 

soft and heavy with thoughts from your broken brain levee that rushed into your consciousness. Overflowing and flooding your mind

With no where to go the waters rushed from your eyes.

but all became weightless once your sullen brow hit my shoulder. 

I felt like Atlas if but for an instant at least I held your world of troubles on my back

 

i wish i could go back 

 

to that place of no word tranquility that you and i shared one sweet rainy afternoon

 

now i find myself stuck in this place without a single trace of the journey that i left behind.

i am lost and the freckled map that I used to find my way has gone

if i could just express to you my sweet incantations that would make the map reappear then everything would be alright. 

 

But im just a chicken in the dark

 

Quietly I ponder and stop to wonder 

That cracked and brittle road we once called ours

 

--salvation is a simple and infinite concept the minds of men were not made to understand because it come in short infinities that mean worlds to us.--

 

problem is we live our lives not knowing the many times that we rescue each other from ruin by just one simple smile

I remember the first time i saw yours

The subtle curl of your lips from across the room (I knew then that in this small forever I would spend all of mine).

the light so softly fell on your pale cheeks and your oceanic iris expressed to me how you really felt

your pretty face takes me away from myself.

but its been years since i saw your happy lips curl in that way 

one soft glance from you is always enough to snatch me away from the dangers of me and that pit your absence creates which is an oblivion threatening to suck me away

and all it would take to pull me back from the darkened brink of desolation would for you to one small and slight thing

 

...just stare at me 

 

Because the small bands of your oceans blue create for me a raft

That’s is oh so tried & true

And just as quick as an eyelash beat my drowning body will cease to sink

Floating up it will think...

 

...In one quiet shiver and a single soft whisper 

the response will come

thank you my sweet heaven tree

 

...you saved me