The Horizon and the Abyss


Reflecting on where I was the instant I met you,
Looking back to the moment our eyes engaged,
Viewing the Waking Dawn, called, Horizon…

In a crowded mix, you were all I saw,
I still recall how you seemed to float across the floor,
Your grace with each step,
The way the air about you seemed to swirl as you glided by,
That second, you looked over, and our hearts met,
I search for ways to draw an image that best outlines the breath of how you reached me,

These were the visions I saw at the Horizon of our Love…

Looking back, wondering why…
I know I laid myself before you,
I know I did what I should have never offered,
I know. It was all my choice, yet
How does one suspend into the ethereal Ones’ longing?
How do we lend to the winds of fate the calling within our heart?
Why do I want so, to be Yours’?

They say it is so easy to fall in love,
They suggest it is so enlivening to be refreshed with love…
They have never looked into your eyes,
They have never felt the touch you electrify in me,
They are not there when quiet moments illuminate the shadows shielded from prying view…

Here in this Abyss, a seemingly endless void…
I can only ask, how I can hold so near and dear,
How can I caress so tenderly your beauty?
Yet, find my arms enfolding only emptiness and yearning…
Yes, with my torch brightly lit, I stumble through this darkness,
Feeling the walls within my hearts’ weeping not of fear but sadness…
Hearing the wailing from my voice only as whispers,

These were the echoes I heard from the Abyss of our Love…


By

Nazmier