twirling in my arms

silence is no more than

breathing space

amid resonance

as this dawdling waltz

a measure or two in length

moves steadily to a bow

forever will i cherish

the steps we took together

with you, twirling in my arms


~csr

to digest

it is best to
chew thoroughly
on one's own words,
as
they are often
not so easy...
to digest





~csr

would be needed

midafternoon

has proven impossible

    to distillate on anything at all…

    save the indiscriminate remembrances

      of moments…

where spirits

   became perceptibly bright

where librettos slinked

    through fissures in composure

 and glances met with  gasp for air

only now,  such excursions

   seem foolhardy upon appraisal

and yet

were i permitted to relive

    a single of such moments…

not a moment’s consideration

would be needed

~csr

to notice

for one…

    it was the permutation

    of colors.

for another…

     the archetype

     of a rembrandt.

but for her…

     it was a manifestation

     of quiet tears.

as for me

      i was far too enthralled

      with her…

         to notice.

~csr

to want.

sometimes...
we want more
  than there is to be had.
sometimes we have more
        than we want.
 sometimes we do not know
      what we want...
       what we have.
sometimes we want
     what we don't have
     not realizing
        we have what we want.
although
to have is not...
   to want.


~csr..

true freedom

to be free

 of needing approval,

    when not accepted,

       is a wonderful sort of freedom.

 to be free

  of needing approval ,

   while accepted,

is closer to true freedom.

~csr

of you and i

who can comprehend

  changes in winds…

  pollen carried upon them…

  fragrances and their embodiment?

who can recognize

       the way of the deep?

      currents transport seeds…

       finding root in diverse soil.

so is the mystery…

       of you and i

~csr

you always will

fear and hope   are deep-rooted      in preservation of self...love and hate    are in fact action
       not sentiment...hold in your arms     what is before you...reaching for what is not     will only tear you apart...struggling only serves      to help you descend...what will you do      when you go under?...        who will draw you out?...they fear of falling     with you...only in stillness      may you escape...do nothing     accomplish everything...let go     you will posses it all...discontinue your never-ending search....      you already have it all...             you always did...                  you always will

~csr

transparent

Transparent

what if we lacked our composure
   our skin, our blood and our veins
and people could see what's within
   what's driving us insane?

what if we lacked the weather
   the moon, the sky and the sun
our endless exchange of pleasantries
   while inside we're coming undone?

all laid up
   for an ephemeral moment...
a terse kiss
   on the crook of the mouth...
an embrace...
   vaguely extended too long

what would we look like
if we were transparent?


~csr