Between Worlds

A few late-night words recounting a memorable evening with a beautiful soul.

I slowly breathe with you in the smallness of the car, staring out at the vastness of the world...out into a darkness softened by the fog.

I think about things that ebb and flow, like water, and you listen to the sounds of the waves and the echoes of the ages.

We don't need to speak. We have an understanding. We pass ideas back and forth like little streams, winding through each other on our way to the same wild ocean that dances in front of us.

Hours pass, bearing the weight of the whole world, yet simultaneously- flooding us both with a kind of white, all-encompassing clarity…an uncooked taste of truth that will linger on our tongues long after we have forgotten exactly where it came from.  

Tonight, we’ve found a paradise, filled with all the missing magic notions, and, for a while, we will wear its essence, seeing ourselves as we want to be…

Taller than tall tales and longer than the reaching sky.

Together, in this place between worlds, we are souls without borders, two ceaselessly-musing muses…all-encompassed…utterly untranslatable.

Ironic, isn’t it? How lonely it can feel back there, where we’ve come from, where we must return…

Where we turn into monsters all by ourselves…Where we end up in the dark without maps, betrayed by our own language, tripping over the vines of consciousness.

Perhaps, one day, we are meant to step, truly, into the beyond…

But, for now…we will simply be. We will wrap ourselves around each other, around the moment, making love by the woven sea, hanging, suspended, between discord and harmony.

And then, as if waking from the strangest dream, we will gather our things.

We will smoke one last cigarette in the haze of the early dawn.

We will drive towards the future…

You’ll button your shirt.

I’ll fix my dress.

And then…

We will live.

And then,

We will rest.

Author's Note

Anything and everything!