For you.

Posted by Rebecca Tue, 31 Jul 2007 18:27:00 GMT

The sun rose ever so slightly and I saw you.

At first I thought you couldn’t possibly be real because souls of your caliber do not exist in this place.

Then I thought I was seeing only what I wanted to see because for a moment I slipped into hopelessness and felt alone and I needed to breathe spring air again and I needed to see fresh colors again and I needed to hear silent beauty again and you were all those things in a fleeting moment and my heart hoped again.

As the sun rose higher my heart hoped again it kept hoping still and then the mind-fog lifted and I saw you.

I clearly saw you.

The soul-spark is in you, the true beauty that is so damn hard to find sometimes it is the beauty that reminds me that God really is real he really is real because there’s no chance in hell you could possibly be a springtime accident.

You were made on purpose. You were made for a purpose. You live a purpose that you don’t yet fully know.

I know.

I know because God showed me and it was our little secret but then I know he told me because he wanted me to tell you because you aren’t listening closely enough to him right now even though you think you get it all.

I have seen the beauty and the ugly because he gave me the eyes to see both and I can’t open them and I can’t close them because he decides when I get to see something and he knows better than anyone what it is like to be invisible and to not be seen by the beloved blind and he knows what it is like to be you, springtime.

And he knows better than anyone what it is like to hold the gaze of the beloved lover who is completely captivated by his eternal and indefinable and inexpressible and overwhelming beauty and he made you to be seen, too and you are seen by those who have been made able to see and you will be seen by more in days to come.

And He loves you and I love you and the world hates you so why are you surprised?

The world can’t get your beauty and the world can’t understand your beauty because you are an alien and your beauty exceeds the brainless, witless limited understanding of the masses so put your surprise away .

You are no springtime accident. You are carefully crafted and priceless and you know who you are.

The sun is up and I see you.

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Fragments

Posted by Rebecca Wed, 07 Mar 2007 22:41:00 GMT

Fragments of poems scattered through my pages.

Wonderful words and excellent phrases.

*

I saw his soul for a second.

The old professor smiled.

His blue eyes told the tales of days gone by.

Mind full of knowledge, head full of stories.

Familiar with youth and with life and with glories.

*

Green eyes, time flies, it’s all unspeakable.

*

Brown eyes, depth unknown.

You hide your soul in the corner of your mouth.

You turned your head, I saw you smile.

In that instant, I finally loved.

*

Words, at the moment, meant something magnificent.

I captured them before they were lost.

Tucked them away so one day, they may become something.

*

Green light at night, shadows on dark pavement.

I am alone and you are with me.

I am never alone.

Midnight breeze kisses my cheek.

Your heart beats so close to mine.

I can find you here, even in the darkness.

You meet me under the street light, never far from where I am.

Your beauty is always near.

I see a leaf scuttle across the silent sidewalk.

You make it.

You make the wind that moves it.

I keep walking, but my soul stands still in awe of who you are.

*

Yes, the words meant something.

I remember them.

They mean something.

I don’t yet know what it is.

But I know that one day, I will.

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