till death himself grows old

And if there was anything I could still say and still mean it 

Heaving heart to grasp a hold of everything I could ever want

If I could pause the world and show you how to feel 

deaths gentle hand fingering through, the things I believed

insistently echoing that first breath again and again

Riding the ravishing tiger of time right through me.

embodyment

I want you to listen to my silence
and to intone it into everything you say.
I want to feel your Love
patient and warm, underneath my own skin.
I want the air that you breathed me,
gushing untrammelled down my throat
I want your song pouring silken from my lips
I want you to know how I love you
how it breaks my heart
sweetly and completely
into this
commune - ity
of open soul

photo: nature owns my soul-  Disturbed MaveRick

knowing nothing

You say you understand and you probably even think that it's true,
But you don't, you don't.
You really don't.
And until you know that;
you never will.