Grounded
Like a single, brilliant diamond, ablaze in my velvet sky, my thoughts are drawn to her, always.
F.N. Nietzsche
So distant and in tangible, and yet, so familiar in my mind that I can all but feel her touch upon my face.
Bound to this spot for what seems an eternity.
Someday I will travel the stars.
Tumblers
A dark angel of beauty sweeps through my soul, bourne on raven wings.
F.N. Nietzsche
Life touches me, as I have never before known it to exist.
Dry, cracked lips art in the soft utterance of but a single word.
A name.
A question.
An anwer.
The key to a lock I had never known existed within me.
With but a single twist, that lock would fall, and with it, these binding chains.
Down might crumble these walls that keep all out, and only me in.
A midnight seraphim angel holds that key.
But will it be turned?
Pursuit of Echoes
A cold, tear-stained hollow, was my heart before I met you. Like a forgotten hearth, left to crumble within this fortress of solitude. Bitter ashes were swept from it, to land upon my abandoned soul, with every word I uttered to another. How long I lived thus, I know not for sure, save that my heart had atrophied beyond remembrance.
Then came a night when the faintest of sounds was heard to echo through my halls of lonliness. Strange and distorted at first, night after night it became clearer until, straining my senses, I could just make out the gentle chiming of a soft laughter, and hear the smile within that voice.
So strange was this, that it lured me from my seat where I had contemplated my isolation, to wander those halls of bitter memory, to seek the source of that enchanting sound. Forgotten was that cold hearth, and unnoticed was the tiny ember that began to glow at it's center.
Always seemingly around the next corner, was that sound, urging me on, to shuffle forward, only to hear it farther ahead, just beyond the edge of sight. I began to stride, and then then to run through my stony halls, always just a turning behind the source of that voice. Constantly a moment too late in glancing down one branching or the next. My questing aquired a feverish intensity, and sent me hurtling through the halls, throwing myself around corners, and up staircases with my blood pounding in my ears like the drums of war. Beyond the limits of physical exhertion, I pushed myself in pursuit of that faery music, unable to stop, for fear of losing that laugh what consumed my mind, blotting out all of existence, save the need to find it's source.
And then it stopped. So suddenly did it cease that I stumbled, and caught myself, panting, upon the door that I had been ready to fling aside a moment before. Gasping for breath, I realized that I stood at the entrance to where my quest had begun. Beyond that door lay my empty hearth, and my frozen throne of contemplation.
With my head hung in remorse for the loss of something I had never gained, and did not understand, I entered my sanctuary of apathy. A furrow of confusion creased my brow as flames leapt and danced in the hearth, licking at their stony enclosement. Entranced, I moved toward them, unnoticing of the frost that no longer encased the room. And there, in the flickering firelight, standing beside my chair, was a woman of such beauty and deep, mysterious eyes, my tongue was rendered useless, and the world spun away into nothingness as our eyes met.
Without so much as the whisper of her dress upon the floor stones, she crossed to me, and touched her lips to mine. In that moment, as the the universe spiralled away into a million sparkling lights, I felt the heat from the hearth upon my face for the first time, and the ashes were swept from a soul that resonated in harmony with the other half it had never known it lacked.
A sound came to me then: a soft laugh, so crystalline and pure it drew tears from the foundations of reality, coming from the woman before me. And it that moment, I knew......
F.N. Nietzsche
January 27th, 2002
Be still, oh this pounding in my breast, for none know what dangers may lurk in untested waters.
Across a sea of a thousand miles, I feel my heart call to me.
I yearn to join with it; to claim this piece of myself about which I know so little, never having felt even it's barest touch.
Phantom caresses, like firelit moths flit about, teasing me, alighting upon this unknown portion of my soul.
What is the meaning of this?
What is the purpose of this unquenchable thirst I have aquired?
I dare not purge myself of this, yet I know not how to satiate this need...
Droplets a night, into an empty chalice.
This is what I have found.
Droplets only, to drive me on, to feed this burning need, and the promise of more to come..
F.N.Nietzsche
January 26th, 2002
What a viscious bitch the internet is, bringing people so close together, who live so far away.
Hopes and dreams reside in words and thoughts, to be shunned by the fool that is distance.
Hearts that beat together, as one, may exist a thousand miles distant, never knowing the pounding exhileration that comes with the meeting of flesh to flesh.
This is the pain that I feel. Knowing that one cares for me, yet meeting them only as a disembodied soul of electronic text, adrift in the shadows of cyberspace.
What life is truly lived in this fashion?
I am a fool, for it is this of which I seek: Flesh and blood upon this soul that has brought life to my heart, in a time of such darkness, that even the bitter winter sun dares not shine down upon me.
What can be gained of this? What, for a fool, who's only true asset is his mind?
And I, that fool, tell you this: Life may be gained; and bitterness lost.....
F.N.Nietzsche