Something in the Eyes (Part 2)

You are sitting at the window several stories up and the Moon is as if at your feet just beginning its journey, on the night. It's exactly as you say--the holes in the sky are inverse to the focus in your eyes. The back and forth, the twinkle and dark, the inward and outward reflection, is like respiration, like a hymn. A meditation. One syllable in; One syllable out. I do not know what happened in the Moth eaten past-- maybe it's personal, maybe it's Universal.

If you jumped now, surely, you'd roll out of these dark garments. You'd fall into the Moon with youth's bravado and no doubt you would rise with it. Not because you are so conceited; but because Imagination would carry you across the shadows of dreams that are pulling in, even now as we speak. When the Moon is centered, as it should be, everything will be tucked beneath our feet. Just like at High Noon, in a silent plea. Unless you are heartless, tomorrow you will wait for me. At strike of Midnight, you'll climb down, the hard way, down all those flights of stairs on your own two feet. You'll crawl if you have to; who knows how low you've sunk in the depth of your emotion to say that you feel so very empty--

--I will fill you. With tireless wings I will lift your blackened carcass as if the weight were meaningless. And I'll breath a single kiss of passion forlorn into your wordless abyss till the color floods back into your fingertips, back into your ankles, elbows, and knees, back to your mind, ventricles, and entrails and all your lifegiving forces-- readied like paint for the making. And when we're fully connected in broadest of daylight, you'll come to your senses. You'll stand with me willingly, forcefully, giving... like it never happened.

I was supposed to shelter you, all of you, inside myself, remember? For you, I would be that safe space, every incarnation, and desire of Imagination, at play. Can you feel me now? the brush of hair and skin that shivers with your hand tracing the contours of where I, I should have always been. Our eyes interlock, and you finally see right through me.