A reverie

I am void of words, words that used to sing my soul into motion. Taking me up, up and up. Words of a past that dream of becoming the future. A future that finds me in a place where it is possible to love without reservations, speak endless words of truth and to do more than love, but to be loved. The future seems so far away from me. At times you seem so close, I know that I could touch you, but it isn't real. You, my future, have become an illusion. A reverie, where I discover the beauty of unconditional affection.

I realize you cannot dream, wish or want love into motion. To force love will only leave you with an empty passion, a yearning for something more and false perception of a reality that will never be. You will awake only to discover an aching pain and a depleted heart, a heart void of giving or receiving.

And so I say to my soul, find a safe place, a dwelling where you can rest, heal, make yourself whole again and give me words. Words that will sing my soul, my heart, my body back into motion.