Drift AwayA Poem by Antonio Valentino
Drift Away
What wonder there is, in even the simplest of things; those quietudes of purity oft tempered with the complexity, of tangled skin and intricacy.
Like a smile, you can only read, goose bumps from someone you never even met, or the flight of an invisible kite high up in the clouds tethered by only a thread of trust and some slippery, grip of faith.
Its funny how the special person can make it seem like you’ve almost been sightless and deaf all your life, how the colors in music now almost blind your ears, how the melody of a sunrise now almost silences your eyes, how every moment begins with so much more meaning, and how every instance yet has so much more loneliness, because you now live in the land of I wonders, and, what ifs?
I don’t know.
Its everything you wanted that you never even knew, and, its everything you didn’t want that you were afraid, to ever know.
Ahh, the balance of being. And, this broken ruled, equity of impermanence.
I never felt how the tongue of tides reached deep, inside the mouths of rivers that empty yet, in stride into the sea, until I met you.
Nor how the blustery of vicissitudes could be so tempestuous, and frigid when they disappear with not notice or consideration.
But then, since when has wind itself ever known which way it was headed.
All it ever wanted to do, just like life itself, was to chase the shadows, of a setting sun, in the search sometimes, of an unwanted afterward or yet perhaps to the betrothed of some wordless embrace or, that song unsung.
But then what more really, were we ever meant to thirst?
Too bad sometimes, the wondrous kites that get to dance with wind in flight atop the waves of floating sea in bottles trapped on gentle breeze lose the hand that held the tie that once enabled kiss from sky I guess for never, while stays.
Even dreams, that drift away.
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Added on February 7, 2010Last Updated on February 7, 2010 AuthorAntonio ValentinoCAAboutIf you don't see me around that much be happy for me.. I scribble the most when I'm sad. Thanks for helping me write less. Live Traffic Stats hope you enjoy the scrabblin :).. more..Writing
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