Wait…as I Ask You

wait…as I ask you

to understand my temperamental ways

as we pass by one another

amongst night winds

when desire should over power passion

and yet it does not…

stop pretending, we comprehend nothing more

than our own reality of mediocrity…

wait…as I ask you

to hold onto your passion

the very passions where we once

held each other in silence…

the very silence that seemed to fight

with night sounds as they passed through open windows

and enveloped our every moment

while our bodies became symbiotic in their desires…

wait…as I ask you

why we pass each other in silence

of our own misunderstandings

only to exist in moments of sadness

or persistent disbelief that we truly know the other

because silence fools us into believing

we have not lost what we no longer

are able to comprehend

wait…as I ask you

is it over between us

as we fail to comprehend the desires

we lost several summers ago

when the passions faded into the realities of the day?

the sheets tell us no lies

and the winds whisper nothing, but the words of today…

wait…as I ask you…
nothing further…

Said the Scribe...

...I learned more when you and I spoke of our children and their tribulations than I did when I remembered there was hatred against my ideas, ideals, and philosophies...
And Solomon responded, "Forgive me, son, we both learn more than we teach in our lifetimes."
To which the Scribe decided to seek out life and philosophy in the journey.

Said Solomon

Said Solomon to the Scribe, "Your silence has been too long."

To which the Scribe replied, “It has.”

“Why?”

“I lost my simplicity,” and then the Scribe wept into his hands upon saying these words.

“But, you can change this, too.”

“Will you help?”

And then Solomon embraced the Scribe, and assured him he would. The Scribe cried.

beneath me

oh man, the ground is below me...

and the sky is above, 

existing in some sort of complacency...

mediocrity.

is there nothing more than the wasted efforts of today?

she says nothing, 

other than I loved you once upon many years past...

figure it out...

she relents in silence...

speak!

oh man, the ground is below me...

EjG

Random Thought...

Thinking there are more miles than tread on the tires to travel them. Maybe exhaustion is just another form of the soul rebuking reality...