One and Two, and Two and Three

I sing to the rock

Hoping to hear your voice

I talk to the wind

Wishing it bears you my words

I pray to the storm

Willing it bear you hither

I wish I had wings

I would fly up and bring the sky down

To show you the how much of my being is you

I wish I could swim

I would dive to the depths of the world

To make you feel the how much of yearning

What is this pain that’s emptying me?

It fills me like it’s all I’m ever worth but then empties out

Tearing through me between the flutters of my breath

Telling me, I’m right here, fear not

What is this ecstasy that’s threatening to free me?

It’s like the last ray of sun’s light gasping for breath

Before the moonless night sky walks in, reminding me

Of the distance, between One and Two, and Two and Three

Then the pain tells me, fear not for I’ll be here

The ecstasy tells me to ask for reparation if I dare

Both willing my being on, beyond all reason and mortal rationale

Beyond all the walls, all the rules they take me

Till all is memory and pain and adjudication of me and mine

But I fear being alone and bare, screaming as I fall into a mirthless relapse

Oh the distance is inexplicable and haplessly unconquerable

Between One and Two, Two and Three

Love, lost.

A thirst as great as the world

A hunger as vast as the sky

Is the lull in my being as we part

As the yellow sun turns crimson

As the naïve dew drop steps into the sun

I walk out expecting the rain, only to burn

Every time I lay my eyes on you, it’s like the sky itself parts

Every time I hear your voice, it’s like lava erupts

Expressions are not my forte, I’m not blessed like nature

The sun breeds jealousy for he kisses you every morn

The wind is fortunate that it ruffles your hair every eve

But the night speaks to me, as I’m melancholic as the moon

Fated to behold from afar but never touch

Fated to reflect but never show

The moon speaks to me and mine

The earth bears your every being in my place

The rain washes away the those tears I could always tear away

But the storm, it speaks to me; always appreciated, never reciprocated

I’m reminded of the thirsty wave, forever grasping at the feet of the shore

I’m reminded of the limping wind that dies out with want of a tree to dance with

Always longing, never belonging, forever in the red heat, searching