A vision of Inception

A Vision of inception

There was a night as I stood observant the unclouded firmament filled with stars and drumming.
I deliberated,why can't it be that I feel like this when you are with me?

The circle of dancers full of energy so pure, the sway of love that could strongly endure.
The gyrations of body and swirling of thoughts, the emotions of ones to earthly problems were lost.

The fire was extending it's sultry tendrils to the sky, the moon was shining it's sorcery in to my beguiled eyes. My heart was pounding to the cadence so earthy, the perfection of liberation was conceived without mortal flaw.

All of my distress was naught but a dream, my emotions were swept away it did seem.
My aching heart was healing as my senses were reeling on the ever rising tide. I could see where I failed but I could also see where I had climbed and I knew without question that my true self I would find.

I took a journey that started with you, an imperfect compass whose north was not true. A poorly devised trip that got out of hand, one that concluded in a solitary, desolate land. I sat a little too long, crying and wailing and carrying on. I finally fatigued all the energy within, I lay down to slumber and dream once again.

I had an illusion of love radiant and shining, a light that was blinding. As I stepped from obscurity the poisonous breath of unhappiness was leaving me breathless. Something or someone was filling my lungs with the freshness of life, giving me the sense to struggle and fight.

I woke up with a start and my eyes full of tears, I knew we were through after all of these years. I held on so firmly and suffocated what remained, I chased it and chased it and got lost in the rain. I love you I know but I have to say no to the portion of me trying to hide here in fear scared to let go and afraid of the fear.

Afraid of the hollowness left behind when you're gone, the treasure I held in my heart for so long. The love that we had was gone long ago and what remains is something meant for the fires in torment down below. The torment we carry around in our souls,the twisted vision of what we could not grasp will be the destruction of what we hold dear and will obscure our vision to what have here.

Our friendship was weak and uncertain , that accuracy anyone could frankly see. we would shriek at each other and fling censure around, yelling and screaming and dancing around the truth of the issue and hiding our heads in the sand, dreaming that we could go on as we had planned.

Now we have come to this heavy-hearted wretched situation, in front of us lies this ambiguous gate. The lock is all rusted and has not been turned. It is waiting and silent , what will be determined? Do we stay friends or do we part here. Going forward in life learning to hear what we could not , seeing what we blinded ourselves too. Our Love for each other.