Lei

People ask the question who would you look for in a crowded room but I’m still trying to find me in there

and where do we go? And how much of us is left? And do we remember our life and all our suffering and loving? Will I be alone?

I don’t want to be saved but I’d like your arms to bury myself in, Because that is the closest thing, That is the closest thing.

There is a life that is mine and I am rowing across its river. There are dreams and wishes twinkling and silking beneath its calming tide clear as day. The sun and moon dance around this life and there is a breeze gently urging me forward with an insatiable warmth. No matter what rocks my boat, my oar is steady and I am not alone, not really, not while I love, laugh and sing and there is so much wonder in the world.

I use to think I could only ever write when there had been a loss or a grievance in my life, that all this passion was only in sight of losing something, of people leaving, of being lost. I’ve realised now there is a greater passion found in living my love than waiting for the hurt. I am eternal in how I cherish this love of mine, there will never be another like it.

I want to feel and experience bravely throughout my life. All I want is to be unashamed in my love and passion.

My soul is not meant to be felt by everyone and there is beauty in that.

Isn’t that what love is? Noticing someone?

my eyes filled like bromeliads everytime I looked into yours

There is a peace that I can feel my heart reaching for. It sings sweet chariot in the golden sun and carries me home in the pouring rain.