Borrowed Light…
I saw an angel last night, the one with a beautiful smile…the one with a gentle tone…the one with watery eyes that swims through my soul…
Not water this time…air…pure air…I sense freedom…I want to hold her hand and jump through the mountain top and just feel the breeze of the wind brush through our skin…but I hesitate every time I feel her…she hesitates just the same…love ridden souls…that’s what we are…
…I am amazed by her world and she is amused in mine…collision? Nah…time…time…
I will wait, patiently…’Your Heart is not ready,’ I hear my instincts whisper to me…I never take anything half-hearted…but for her, borrowed times will do for now…I lend her my time she lend me hers, I lend her my words and she takes it with much appreciation, I lend her my ears and I listen to her woes…
We both have bandaged scars that gives us momentary relief…scars…scars…I will not process them this time…I will just indulge…with what I can and what she can offer…equality she says…but how can it be equality when we are both not ready to give…borrowed…everything is borrowed…
…fillers? Is that what we are? Temporary numbness to beaten hearts…another escape? I will not surrender once more…I will not keep my blinders but feel and see every inch of it, the world, not just hers…the world…so much to love about it…and she is a part of it…
I will not jump in haste…I am made of tough stains, stains that preserves me…her…I do not want her to be another stain…she is worth more than just a memory…she is worthy and she knows I am as well…what will I make of it…ellipsis…the three married dots…it will do for now…