Language

They are using different languages
But are speaking the same words
Translation is just the skin
The interpretation rides on

Speaking the syllables of a smile
The metaphors of touch
They delve far beyond where mere meaning begins to congeal
Her lips move, purse and part
And he hears their rhythm
His eyes blink, flicker and miss
And she's read his story

Their instruments of expression rest on the intangible
Through poems of embraces
And sonnets of caresses
Through phrases of togetherness
Breathing through the pauses
And punctuating each breath.

Their grammar consists of peace
Stitched together with limericks of trust
Spun out of the yarn of affection
Their verbs are synonymous with Love
Creating and distributing all its forms
Dyeing in, shades of harmony
Into their exalted fabric of Life.

Their speech is a but a look
A thought
An intention
Conveyed through wordless prose
And tranquil wonder
Spoken through brackets of voice
And saturated silence.

Each letter
Of each gaze
Narrates the strength of their story
They complete each others sentences
Without the words to speak
They know the conversation of feelings
And the blind communication of Love
Because understanding goes so far beyond words
Beyond forevers
Beyond translations
They know
And that is their only language.

Metamorphasis

He stands unsheltered upon the rock-face cliff
But he grows no fear for the height of the fall
He only stares out and above for the message
To display for him solutions to his wonderings

He carries the desire to fulfill himself
In learning, understanding and accepting
He wishes to end this estrangement within
And extricate himself from its malignant grasp

He knows it represents a quest
Which shall be rocky to conquer
But he is prepared to tolerate and sacrifice
To engage in the attainment of this Peace

He is halfway there, with his resolve
But can see the mountains ahead
He grabs a fist full of determination
And lets himself take a white step of faith

Unafraid, he ploughs through clouds of confusion
And dusts the blindness off himself
He wipes shadows clear from the root
And emerges through gusts of darkness, undefeated

He looks about himself and sees no injury
He sifts through the winds and races on
Suddenly he sees the crux of his journey in front of him
And stops, tranquil, to claim his breath

Simplicity was that breath of silence
That pondered upon diffused thoughts
He would no longer sink into his abstract life
But rekindle himself, in what remained unshattered

Quiet belief would reign unrestricted
Followed by tender surrender
He would bathe in this profound calm
And hold patience in his hands once more

He is engulfed by a Peace beyond passion
His knowledge is reimbursed by a blinding flash
His polish would be renewed by this light
As his arms eagle out to receive

Shyness has dissolved in the ground beneath him
And apathy refuses to linger on
He can now feel no restraint to change
And un-sense surprise, wonder and amazement

He has no need for acid tears
And allows them to swim into evaporation
He is purified by the abandonment of the false
And releases his dreams from his depth to oblivion

He is crippled no further by ego
he fosters no attachment to guilt
He can forgive who he used to be
And now embrace who he has become

His heart filters what is unrequired
His mind guides, but follows his path
He derives his strength from pure will and breath
While his Soul, as his essence, is what we now see