A Place Called Home

becoming self regulating I seek my level in all things moderation - even moderation turning away from the lover I seek the beloved within oh, self of no self why so easy to find in mirrors and masks there is a well inside of me of fertile water potent with last year's seed and decay breeding further life we all live on in guises that are far from absolute I stand in this stillness seeking the counter-point where the modulation? I sink into my own depths unwind my stories like a string cast into waters I am fishing harvesting my own hidden histories still lurking dense and subtle below the placid surface of this ancient dream I dream the dreamer and you are with me seeking in these dark waters letting waves build no crash this holding pattern keeps us in flight never landing never landing we circle spiral twist and dance into this subtle frame of reference no recompense what is done is done and no moment lasts for ever except this one take this moment dripping with fresh sweat the smell of air and water on your skin and somehow, roses Water sings a simple song calling ghosts and dreams from my cells this living land calls me home and I ride the wave a swell of my own emotion river becoming ocean Why is eternity more present for me in your eyes? (IMAGE: Anna Mihaylova, http://www.artist-bg.com/en/erotic/longing.html)