Beyond Words, Beyond Promises

I can feel you. I can hear you. Yes, baby, I am here.

I can feel the ground tremble beneath your feet, and watch the sand shift where you stand. I can hear the music the grains of sand make as they embrace during their journey back to the sea, and I can hear the fear rumble out of you as your mind embraces what is no longer there. I can sense the little pieces of you that sacrifice upon the altar of memories, and sense the chains that rattle around your mind; chains that keep you there, fully away from here.

I shout in your direction.

I am here! Beyond words, beyond promises, I am here!

The winds swirling within your mind have deafened you. You can only hear the words of then being thrown like daggers at your heart. You can only hear the promises of yesterday shattering before your eyes and landing at your feet. You are lost in the storm, unaware of the blue skies around you, forgetting the warm sand at your feet.

My eyes see your blinding beauty, but it is my soul that hears the truth. My eyes speak to the hardest parts of me, but it is my soul that drives me toward you. I do not fear the downpours in your mind, or the thunder in your heart. Storms do not threaten the loving soul within me. I’ve seen the land beyond the words and promises that create them and know the truth.

Each cell within me begs me onward, each throb demands my full attention, each truth requires a certain demand. In this moment there is reality.

In that past there is a certain misery. In the future there is a promise surely to be broken. You cannot love yourself in the future. You cannot heal yourself in the past. There is only here, and now, and beyond the words and promises of the healer and the soothsayer lives a reminder that the only truth is where your feet now stand, and where your soul has rooted despite where your mind has grown.  I beg you, be flexible in the storm’s great winds and survive; be hardened and they will see you splintered and broken.

No more words beyond this moment’s truth need be uttered, no more promises beyond where your love now stands need be shared. Make love here, and now, not there, and then. Grasp each moment now in a way that forces your release of the moment past, and cherish each kiss that makes you forget the last one taken. See each moment as a sunrise you are seeing for the very first time, and know power of a man in a way never before seen, never before experienced.

For beyond words, beyond promises I stand, waiting for the moment when you can hear me speak without words and walk next to me without vows. There, you will be my drink, my breath, my lover, and the ground beneath our feet will be as stable as the wind beneath our wings. There, we will find heaven.