Aimless Direction

With her chin leading the way
a compass on the inner eye
cheeks that burn with excitement
and where eyes are to lips love leads
--relentlessly--

With her hair discheveled with shapes and textures galore
One eye closed to pronouce the smell a bit more
and manic saturday at an end
( a day that lasted months, my friend)

I am happy to pretend,
that almost every little thing
is going to be alright.

I know a few things will shine through.
My love for a boy who I know to be true.
Who opens up, with honesty and respute.
I need the boy...
but at the same time I wish the need was not true.

Time ticks by... in a minute, in a year.
Fast and yet slow,
entangled in fear.

But at this moment
I truely see,
the meaning of eternity.
That every being who at some point lost the key
will find it again, in their own souls,
in their own need.

Eternity just my soul.
Eternity is, to me, quite whole.
I cannot live without trying to believe.
That I am you
and You are Me.
We are all what you see.
We are free.