the whole of me is not good enough
but the heart of me is worth more than a thousand lifetimes of riches
and yet here i sit alone with an all too familiar feeling
of being not good enough
the boy looking in through the window
my colors are bright and shine most of the time
every so often a cloud of heavy rains comes
to dampen them and cover them with rains
puddles of pains, a collection of feelings and emotions
my efforts are good enough
the motions, emotions, and expressions true
my suffering, my hardships, my pains,
all worth it when the end result is you
my mind is good enough
while it flaws, fails, and flubs up a bit
all in all, the intentions are true
a plethora of thought mixed with emotion....love
my love is good enough,
good enough to last century after century after century
echoing through the halls of space and time
shining through the forests of the heart and love
smoldering warmly through the iciest and coldest of spaces
my voice calls, it cries out throughout the whole of it all
my words, my eyes, my hands stretched out
like the hands of a child to it's mother, like the hands of
the needy reaching out, like the hands of a paraplegic
motions in need of a loving touch
like a man reaching out to the love of his life
after she comes into his view
the smile that lasts forever
that desperate embrace after a long absence
the exploding passion erupting
more powerful than nuclear explosions
my heart reaches out to you, your touch is all it needs
your heart is home, home to this heart of mine
home to these eyes of mine, home to my words,
home to the whole of me that isn't good enough
and home to the heart of me that is worth
more than a thousand lifetimes of riches.
lonely lonely night tonight
words and memories and feelings echoing my mind
taunting and almost torturing me
i feel saddened and disheartened, but still ok
the girl cat sits next to me staring up at me
with eyes of focused concentration of intent
she knows her focus will inevitably bring my attention
and with it my hands to pet her
the boy cat is in the back room somewhere
dreaming away in his sleep
the wasps haven't been as active as last year
in the dark they sit inactive
Sigur Ros keeping me company
i sit dreaming, hoping, dreaming away
eternally
