Something ... missing
by Steven CraigI see that I was tagged.
In your search for the unexpected,
The unidentified,
The unknown,
That would by simple fact,
Just be there suddenly,
Taking you,
Holding you,
Allowing no recourse other than to continue the exploration
From inside the enfolding arms,
You live the life of a Gemini.
Into all,
Doing everything possible,
Learning of everything,
Being everywhere,
Involved to points well over your head,
Diving deep beyond your own breath,
Piercing the darkness with the light of your own soul,
You move in steps that cover ground,
Leave lasting marks,
Declare your ownership
And do battle with the forms
That would move you aside.
But...
There is something still...
Something.... missing.
Something even the most enhanced Gemini has not been able to hold.
Something vast....
Something intriguing...
Something needed beyond need itself.
In the mind, vicariously experienced in depths of romance and dark plots of fantasy...
You know it is there.
No turn can be made quick enough to grasp it.
No trap is subtle enough to snare it.
No coin valued enough to purchase it.
No beckoning desire a siren strong enough to tempt it.
You flee each day, that empty space where there is no new life
You fall on the stairs that ruin each tomorrow and rise
Staring into voids, though hollows, in the depths of souls and wayward disciples
No answer.
No sound.
No direction.
No command.
But...
There is something still...
Something listening to you...
Watching you...
for its moment, waiting.
It chooses its own time and metal
It makes its own light blinding
It focuses its own purpose relentless.
For it lives.
It grows.
It breathes.
You stop in mid step
Listing to that panting, distant echo
Nothing in this world so much makes your pores tense as much as that sudden silence.
The spreading tingle in your fingers.
The numbness of the next step
The slowing blink of the eye
Your head drops into your hands, fingers teasing the hairline
The beads of sweat dry quickly.
As you close your eyes and find a deep scar
Cut deep on the moment you were born
On a life you have always called your own.
Something bridged the wound,
Something healed itself inside
And was never freed
That now, belatedly, wants out.
And now for it
The doom that you have lived to reach
Taps you.
And only you know
From out of the multitudes
Only you know
There is something still...
Something.... missing.
07/26/2011
