In this midnight…

Words tumble from the heart
They bounce around like ping pong balls in a lottery shuffle
Yet, these words don’t tumble, do they?
They gain release
Once you allow
Once you cannot deny them their voice
So, they’re not really words, are they?
Not inanimate, prickly-edged symbols
Not brilliance captured
More simply…
Emotions released…
Observations given wing…
Expressions escaping into a reality we don’t understand
Expressions departing the chaos within

In this midnight…

Flow becomes rapid when restrictions relax
Love aches more beautifully painful when allowed to fly
Peace etches silken smoke rings on nascent winds of life
For the snapshot of who you are
That body, mind, spirit, and soul
That intangible, creative, deep-feeling retch
Escapes the captivity of fear and control
Into the realm of shared existence from captive existence
Flow unencumbered develops a meaning
A life
A passion
An anger
A love for the ages
An underlying fear/dread/avoidance/rejection of death
A nebulous meaning
An anti-concrete version of this world and the beings in it
One which fits, just for this moment of keystrokes,
Into an intricate multi-dimensional representation of truth
Only the writer recognizes as the flow squirts out fingers
From the highway of one’s heart.

In this midnight…

I think of you
I feel you in my heart
I see you in my mind
I touch you on the keyboard
I hear you in my memory
I sense the aroma of your life
And I know it to be precious
Important to many
But as my fingers allow the expression from my heart to flow

Important to me…