Mostly Poetry

I see faintly through you
You are like a vapor
Smoke rising from a burning desire
A fog that obscures warmth

I have wished for you
Wanted for you
Would die for you
To be real
To be here
To let me touch you

But your flesh is a mirage
The distant fountains are an illusion
Drawing in the thirsty lover
But never satisfying the soul

You are but a ghost
And I am a ghost hunter
Searching for nothing
I don’t believe in ghosts

Not even the ghost in my heart
The fading image of all I had hoped for
I can’t even picture your face anymore
The likeness now lost, you are gone

~wbv

Kept from escaping
This hole I’ve been digging
The desire to go deeper
It pulls at my soul

Digging, searching, wandering
I hear the wind blowing by
I hear the world going on without me
Above my head

And yet I continue the quest
Seeking wholeness, oneness, completion
Or something that I can’t describe
And probably won’t ever find

But still, digging deeper.
Dirt, water, mud
Throw it out, over my shoulder
It’s dark and cool

But the deeper I go
The less the temperature matters
The less the world outside reaches me
Deeper still

Exploring downward, inward
Finding peace along the way
Not because of some magical event
Not because of some mythical god

But because peace is somehow found
In the process itself
In the act of going deeper
To the place of

Pain,
Pleasure,
Tension,
And release

~wbv