Recumbent

The contrast in everything astounds me.
             I am a pilgrim of possibilities, standing at the precipice of a dream. The time to dismantle, echoes in tune with the dissension within.

       We share a song, unfinished and complex. Sharing the penchant for dreams, you are the vision of all that is good. With all eye's on my posture, I move through the room with a graceful smile and a dirty little secret. My silent sanctuary had begun to crumble with the loss of my horizon. Alas, loyalty is the high road of caring, and for that measure of patience, I stand above the clouds. My central obligation is to drown in the dark side of compassion until I have nothing left.

       Misrepresentation of a demeanor is something I am prepared to accept. Misunderstanding of a motivation is a crushing blow, to a dream born of pure intention. To acknowledge a naked truth standing on the edge of the barrier is all I seek, for now. Any indication of mutual thought would have done. A simple indication for a critical decision. I'm certain I'll make it there, circling around and circling through.

       I can wait for the someday in life, although it happened yesterday and the day before. As certain as I am, that it will circle through tomorrow and the next day. With time and circumstance, the distance will circle closer and closer, this I am committed too. I'll hold my shadow on the ceiling of fair weathered patience, it's the right place to be during this time. I am strong of vision and living by choice of careful compassion. It's a matter of human obligation. This I ask for not, in the department of understanding. It's a solitary decision by which single recognition is required. Trust me.

       Inside this box where the walls are black and the roof is red, is the replica of my shadows. I am my own representative, a team of many thoughts and emotions within. A boisterous bunch I happen to trust everyday. This group will never stay recumbent.