Hush

on love and life

I

Certain things never seem to weaken like

The vast oceans of darkness that cradle

The planets with disturbing compassion.

Vast as the thoughts destroying me from within,

The thoughts I thought were gone but back again,

I left lying in the sand. And the happiness is

Eroding in waves with time, the days are numb,

I find myself somewhere I don’t understand.

Hush, your beautiful whisper, my heavy mind,

Too soft, too heavy for two. Sometimes I think

It would be best for you to save yourself

While I journey to do the same, one day

We’d meet again where the air isn’t so thin.

 

II

I found a long time ago life is not

What it seems. Atoms are not the smallest

Matter, Einstein’s conclusion to physics

Is not so relative and death is just

The end. There is no rest in this selfish

Quest for boundaries to reality except

For the limits within the self and

That’s where love comes in. To comprehend

Is not to understand, neither one is

Possible in this respect so we can rest

Our troubled heads. It’s like the prospect

Of a soul or a higher purpose for

The heart than pumping blood or even a

Seemingly endless universe. But love is,

Needs no explanation, it just exists.

It’s suicide, selfishness and surrender

Rolled into one sunrise of naked flesh.

 

III

The moon and stars rise and fall in the sky

Like guillotines that take and breed new life

And foreshadow loneliness and climax

And all the rest of the paradox equation…

Wild flowers, stone formations, forest

Fires and God’s damnation… how lucky

Life is in the mind and the mind lives

Outside the physical. How fortunate

I can’t believe in foolish fate, but you

Don’t fit… Like a puzzle piece from a

Different puzzle with converse colors,

Disparate dimensions and ethereal

Materials. Like rug burn or broken bones,

Nothing is impervious or porous

Or limitless except when the eyes refuse

To see how we decide to live in a world

That does not exist, that we create each day.

 

IV

I was told that the distraught people are

The only ones who ever create change.

Those that paint the sky wryly from their back

Through the trees, read books with impossible

Dreams and dream themselves. Dream of worlds

Beyond this with rainbows that never end,

Nothing ever ends. Energy flows forever,

In shimmering clouds, in anonymous patterns

In places never seen, in times that aren’t

Time at all. I’m living but I’m dead

And the idea of the union of the two

Is an idea with no word to label

It, with no category to place it

And that’s what makes it beautiful and

Twisted and impossibly true.

 

V

I know no ends to these questions but

I know no ends to me without your hand

In my hand and your heart against my heart

This can be our concrete existence, precise

In space and time and I’ll give my nothing

To you forever. The questions I’ll surrender

With the answers never answered. No

Exotic lands or far reaches of the

Consciousness can replace what I have with

You in my arms, and each night with you is

The only night that matters. So hush, hush

Your beautiful whisper, my heavy mind,

Too soft, too heavy for two, we were meant

As one.

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is amazing!
The universal quality to this as well as the internal wandering is awesome :) You have taken a lot of stream of conscious thought and devoured it, your work is surreal and I love it!
xx

[Jennifer Neuman]

very well written, i like the separation between parts and the flow of the words