Eyes Closed

Connectivity that becomes complacent within the boundaries of the limitations set before hand are only limited to the availability of ones imagination. Even a circle has an entrance and exit point, so must that which connects me to that that is not suppose to be. Makes sense? Sure it doesn’t! Here let me explain: I sit here and I watch her as she sleeps so peaceful and in perfect harmony with the nights breeze. I can feel her even as I sit across the room from her. I can relax in her rest and find such a rest that I need to express it through writing. Strangely enough I can feel her heart beating to the rhythm of my own. We are years apart and this is not suppose to be possible but I cannot ignore the drum that beats continuously within the realm of my inquiry. Am I crazy? I try my damnest to ignore it but yet its rhythmatic notes are seemingly written just for the beat that is meant to sustain me. Trust me when I say, it makes no sense but I am no fool to silence that which has landed into my lap with a thunderous boom. I want so bad for this puzzle to fit and be finished but it is not my pace to which it is to be finished. The outer layer has been placed and now comes the inner workings that ties all together. It’s sort of a backward way of doing things but oddly enough it’s working. Still she sleeps nearby and passion beats out of me like a waterfalls end. Yeah yeah, when a man loves a woman……. When I love a woman, I love her and desire only her. I search for perfections within her sight and seek nothing but acceptance of her. I find every comfort in her. As she rest I wish she could see my light for her and some how be raptured up in it to the point that nothing escapes her, and all that which is left is beauty. This may make no sense but only to the one that it is meant to make sense too, but to you whose eyes read this and comprehends its measure, I say to you, I love you. Words cannot explain the fortitude to which I have found myself in resolve of pleasing you, but trust me when I say that I am better with you. It is not meant that man be alone and he that finds a wife findeth a good thing. While You are not mine just yet I continue to pray and believe in something that much greater than you or I could ever imagine fully. I write this while you rest without looking at the words to which this contains, and yet somehow I feel as though you’ll get it. WTF is that> literally my eyes are closed and my fingers are painting a picture just as the artistry that your hand creates. Daily I question why me, and I try to make sense of this, but I cannot and I’ve began to accept the fact that this is not for me to figure out, but rather it is for me to measure upp to and simply exist in it. That is soooooo not me lol. OK, so that said, I’ll end with this: Dear words, please do not escape me as I I seek after this which has been brought together. No matter what others may say, if she allows, I know she’ll find delightment in all that which is to be. Gosh I know this one makes NO sense to some readers, but I do wonder if it makes sense to the one I think it’s meant too. I’ll most certainly have to reread this one, one day….it was written with my eyes closed!