What does your love feel like?
Is it soft and fluid
Or does it cloy on the teeth
Like a bloodied, boxer’s mouth?
Does it make the heart sick
With sweet, sweet sugarings
That spin and drip in sticky clouds
Or as dry as a vacillating savanna
Flecked with dead oases
And forgotten bone?
Is it warm and peaceful
Or does it retch
Like the last breath of a suicide?
© Mel Lampro
Once apart from time there exists a second where nothing happens. Between every breath of life that begins, struggles and ends there endures one second of stillness that is darker than the farthest shadow of any conceivable star. It is younger than the universe but older than the ocean floor; quieter than a vacuum and more potent than blood. In that second where nothing happens there is no clock to be paused and no action to suspend. There is no wait, no before or after, no anticipation nor regret. Just one second, where nothing happens. A tic in time, the most valuable void, the vessel of my salvation and I am damned to an eternity of its protection because, I will never see the end.
© Mel Lampro
A blizzard wraps the vacillating air, quietening a feral storm – making way for a thin cry that slices through the dawn-paled night, as a new Aurora oils into her linen kingdom. Outside, sallow courtiers respond in flurry to this chill nativity, jostling to glimpse the fronded vignette but hushing each other in reverence. A lick of ebony veils her startled eyes and a dusting of night crowns her wine-stained brow. Welcomed into life with a whisper of a kiss and a silent prayer.
Darklight is everything. I am everything. I am the light on the glistening wave, I am the bird that sings in the tree, I am the water that ripples in the brook, I am the sound of the wind in your ears, I am the sparkle in the eye of every smile and the breath of every child, I am all of these things and all of these things are you; you are complete and I am whole. Love is boundless, timeless, limitless and free. It circles our lives like a mantle of hope. We are nothing without it and everything within it. We exist as forms of consciousness that glitter and twinkle like the stars above. Smiling down on the landscape we have created from our souls.
We destroy to rebuild, die to be re-born, and end to begin. Nothing is gone, forever is forever. Time does not exist in the way we structure it for ourselves. It is as free as a running hare in the meadow, as expansive as the curve of the sky and deeper than any ocean, all the oceans. Fluid.
We are all children, splashing in puddles and laughing at the jewels that scatter from our every movement. Endless ripples of creation from one tiny gesture. Pools of thought and rivers of knowledge, merging into a vast swell of life. Enjoy the life, it is ours to explore.
Adventurers of the universe.
© Mel Lampro