serenity (amongst his alive, sweet awake)

serenity, like divinity
his alive, sweet awake
inspiring this new road, untraveled
within, so moved, compelled, partake

just focus on the water
the sound of it
rushing
feel and sit
amongst the gods
nothing false,
sacred, the silence, secrets forthcoming

schizoid strays of psyche and soul
gone, like the games, we live and die
upon, roles
of the worrier, the warrior
the bruised up boy, the boring girl

"not today"
his, another one
enlightening, inspiring phrase
that without him, my eyes
wouldn't have seen,
like the light in the day

as in,
"what do we say to the god of death"

does he like, does he know?
he encapsulates so much of my
thought, my breath...

amongst the water.
i am secure, i am safe
this clean and clear truth.

nothing else feels real,
matters

but him.

(that is you)

and all i have got left
is this re-imagined, reawakened
heart,

filled,
this truth.

and little to even less
is more
than the slightest sliver, shiver
possibility

he knows this
and is pleased
in his own space of silence
his own enveloping waters

a slight smile
we both know
he will never dare
let on to me.

captured
without compromise
i am guilty
his overcome, overpower of me
and all i can blame
is that voice
and those eyes


bowen hart roselli
3 july 2020
ringwald love