we grow into one

We grow into one, you and I-

Like vines, branches, we grow from separate lives

Into the composite we are.

 

You have me in your ambiance ~

My voice has changed to harmonize with yours.

Your hands burn with the feeling of my skin

I set fire to you with my eyes.

 

And you inflict ecstasy on me-

You warm my toes with

Your toothy joy and sunbeam stare.

You bleed your love all over my universe.

And I fall to the depths of peace.

 

And you’re there with open arms that reach

All the way around my mental circuitry-

Around the whole city block of me

And my raving individuality-

 

And then you kiss me

And tears become stars.

 

 

Lane Eddington Copyright 2017

 

out of darkness

When you come out of darkness…

You remember to feel your fingers.

You remember to comb your hair.

Your feet can feel the temperature of the earth

And your lungs remember to breathe.

Colors don’t swim, they sit still.

Blue is quietly blue.

Red is admittedly red.

Green is a rhetorical question.

When you come out of darkness…

Food tastes good again.

Water is understanding to your tongue

The wind brushes your skin like a compliment

When you awake from that nightmare

It’s the first day of your life

It’s the first day that’s ever been right

It’s like being born.

Your soul can reach beyond your skull and grow

Fly away like the breeze.

Only love can bring light from darkness

Only love can repair a broken spirit

Like rain washes away smog on a scorched sunset

The Spirit dissolves grey and black to leave gorgeous hues

And you remember, you

Are you.

 

 

 

 

why must we

What does it mean when you see inside someone

Whom you’ve just met and shouldn’t be so vivid…

What is it when you react to their wavelength

And suddenly a string you didn’t know was attached to your instrument

Begins to vibrate…

With sound that won’t diminish but keeps climbing, materializing into

A startling note beyond what you knew could be played…

What does it mean when you can’t shake their presence,

Like water inside glass, that shouldn’t have gotten in but is trapped now,

Unable to expand?

What is it to be hungry for something your own mind lacks

What is it to be denied someone while being immersed in them

Trying every moment for something that shouldn’t be possible – like turning your body inside out.

It shouldn’t be possible to make your heart forget.

It doesn’t make sense that one should be hurt by awareness.

Why must people meet and pretend they don’t know each other already?

Why must people meet at all?

It would seem somehow easier to float alone in one’s capsule of thought forever, like a seed from some tropical tree, suspended in the Arctic snow, so that maybe in some future enlightened generation, it will be cared for properly.

Why must souls collide in this minefield of previous unions?

Because once long ago we were all part of each other like drops of space, particles of light–

You can’t cut an ocean in half, or a word, or a feeling

Why must I know you?

Because even now when you’re so dreadfully complacent I remember your rage exploding against armies of fire –

In a time before time before life on the sitcom –

Before we decided we weren’t a part of each other

Before…  when I tried to kill you with my smile because (god forbid) it was fun to see your reaction to me trying to vanquish your all-consuming ignoring of me

And then I won because…

no wait –

I lost.

I lost and I lose you again every day.

You must remember the time because I wouldn’t fight with you without prior cause

prior feeling

prior confusion…..

prior love.

What is it to feel someone’s weight in space

To know they are in the room, feel them like radio waves

Like wind through time which cannot die

The sense one has which keeps one alive –

Like water – like ions – it’s hard to deny.

Like the beginning of everything in the universe that was created when I first blinked.

My right to love is my right to be.

And being, I love.

And loving, I live.

But living without you is hardly living.

Love is the only real truth there is.

Copyright. Lane K. Eddington. 2003

Revised September 16, 2015