Spring 2014

5.

We walked together for a while.

Those hundred and eleven miles, extended over ten years time...

We never felt each other's dreams; we never witnessed each other's tears; we never, really, swam in honest joy... 

We walked in fragments of your need attached...

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We build relationships as we build a house.

We lay foundation- main purpose us to serve.

We raise the walls- the boundaries to represent.

We put a roof- protect us from the rain...

We fit the windows- to see inside and out and, surely, other way around.

We set a fire place- to warm our Souls and life to hail!

At last- we fit the door- in need to sail...

Then we decide on little more- interior to nourish, decorate, or build a second floor...

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Fourteen floors is our house today.

The walls are cracked, the windows blurry.

The ceiling leaking all the way- winds find this so alluring...

You hear the echoes of my footsteps, you call for me-

To fix the leak, to hang the curtains...

'My dear, there is no point- foundation which is trembling'- I tell you all the time. And every time I'm more than certain...

'Come on, please, take my hand- we'll face the echoes, the ones which settled on floor seven; we greet the fairies and the ghosts- which lives on floor eleven...'

'On our way we'll fondle angry cats; we kiss the silence; accept mistakes...'

'At next- we'll step it on a roof- to thank our Gods for lucky stars!'

'And then we'll jump- into the safety net they saved for us...'

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In the end- we'll move to new estate, with ready plans for the new house to frame...

 

 

In my dreams! In harsh reality- the door- I use- alone- to sail...

 

 

'In the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself.' (Deepak Chopra)

Strange interlude.  Briga Saulė, 2013

Strange interlude. Briga Saulė, 2013

by Brigita Stasun