< NOW iS THE HOUR... >

bY vOyA

Pure in the spirit serene
is what happens to ourselves. — RiLKE


A dreamy ceiling-sky...
a restful silence floating in my mind...
MMM...
it's Spring at last!
Light bright...

slipping towards the sun.

The dreaminess
the warm skin...

An early morning
and suddenly
there you are...
Hair tied tight,
walking so fast >
So serious, mystical flower...

Just a glimpse of your face
the rush rush...
and then you're gone, again.

( siLence )

MMM...
There are memories you know...
of you and what happened...
The madness of that time...
The years ending in a moment,
and I can't help but realise we
gave up too soon >

that door you cLosed one morning
to force my disappearance...
as if that was even
possible...

Rage fear...
unfixed and out of control—
pushing inward in the end...

I wanted to stop needing what
I didn't have, and I wanted to stop
being who I wasn't anymore...

( pause )

To say No was to lose it all >
Why do you think I hesitated? Why do you think
I froze and waited, hoping I was wrong...

And then, in that chance moment
just days ago...
Seeing you
again, feeling how all that loss
just grows and grows >
time not diminishing it at all...

Seriously,
we gave up too soon...

( siLence )

A tottering universe...
How can this remain hidden for so long?