When we are Dust

                                                (*rough draft)

He touched my Soul, 

  quite tangibly. 

A flame to my beating skin, 

  Hot and pulsing and flashing

And then, 

I just thought I was young, and bothered...

  No...

I knew then on that I was wrong. 

It was a flame, 

  Burning and activating 

    a burn off in me. 

It was a flame touched, 

  Tangible 

In a living imagination 

  That met our 3D. 

It was Hot. 

  On Fire. Pulsing. 

And Ruptured everything. 

I thought he wasn't ready...

  But apparently, 

It was also me. 

How could I blame him, 

  Where time and fate planted a seed? 

Not yet meant to harvest or bare fruit....

But even now, 

Hasn't it finally? 

For eternal are our lessons and love, 

Our lessons in love, 

And all the billions of magnitudes in between. 

Isn't that something? 

How I love him now, 

How it 

Surpasses everything?

Isn't that something? 

How he loved me then, 

 Was it, at all, the same thing? 

I could feel it between the lies, and portrayals...

 and often I wouldn't care, 

But for the fact, he did so to drive me away. 

Isn't that something? 

He said things then...

Enough for me to feel a love 

  I was sure was there. 

I didn't believe him when he lied...

  Like the cruel intentions of years later revealed 

I might of been the Fool of Fools

  But I swore we had a love that healed. 

And perhaps I'm wrong, I just always thought 

 It takes two for love 

                                to be revealed, 

So what say him of ours,

When this is the most 

 Unearthing I would feel. 

Up-ending. Mind-bending. Heart-breaking. Soul blending...

After so long, 

  I could no longer tell. 

It was only whispers 

  And the longing of the heart...

Brazen and never done...

In nights that became many a thing, 

And an echo in the dark. 

It was in the winds, 

  Whistling the ocean, 

And the sunset over the waves...

A calling one could never forget, 

  And an enchantress lost in the maze. 

I thought it, 

  A beckoning of souls...

After so long a trace...

I realized I am either highly in tune...

  Or completely delusional on its face. 

Nonetheless, 

  If at last it meant, 

You were only a muse, 

Then be you must, 

My greatest muse of all, 

And I'll

Still love you when we are dust.