Revolation

I can't recollect any part of the past and compare it to the changes I'm currently undergoing.
I can't whip up a recipe
or tell you exactly what's in it.
I can't even explain to myself
how I got so tangled up in these knots,
but I can tell you I will not be needing your pocket knife to cut me loose.
No, I do not want to be untied,
possibly ever.
I took a shovel and pushed my mess aside,
so that it may be fresh,
and moist and free to let anything willing to cling on do so
and once again the tide swept you in.
How much more fortune can I be given?
Am I living n a dam made of gold and jewels?
It seems so magical that the day I finally throw my guard down I see only you.
so strange it also seems that I could continue this vision for far much longer than I had ever imagined.
Since this revolation inside of myself began
no matter how cold or dark it gets,
there has not been an imperfection in the sky.
And no matter how lost I become,
the compass I've turned into never fails me.
I can always make it back where I know I need to be.
Where I unselfishly yearn to be,
because all I want now is to share me...with you.

12/28/06

i decided not to be scared anymore. to open my arms and run full force. i remember this night. laying in my living room late typing my fingers away, so excited to put my feelings on paper and let him read them shortly after. ya, i remember this night.