There Is This Thing

There is this .. thing within me
made of purple smoke and umber skies
it plays right beneath my eyelids.
There are moments when it unravels
but mostly it remains a mystery.
I close my eyes tight and wanting
this time I want to catch it by its wings
I see green lanterns and a soft breeze
and I see it.. the thing of sacred desire
a dull ache permeates the world
it is not a thing but a force
that runs everything, including you and I.
A will to power. A law manifesting truths.
Yes, there are most certainly multiple truths.

I wish I could share my dreams with you
wish I could ride the starlit waves over to you
but my song .. it is that of the ancients
from a world that now forgot its language
a language that belonged to gods and poets
whose melodies made fire and water.
I don't ever create. The words choose to arrive.
So, you must wait. Stealthy and dwelling in shadows.
Just the way I like you!