Reflection

In the moment
I am too overwhelmed
to notice, appreciate,

the polarity of emotions.
I am submerged

in the ocean`s pounding
splendor and am incapable
of hearing the deafening
crumble of earth.

Or I am carried swiftly
along the aromatic
path of love and
ignore the ever
persistent, lurking,
but just as beautiful
presence of heartbreak.

Just as I am
buried, insulated,
in the grinding
gnash of depression,

I long to feel
the corresponding beauty

but again, the
enormity of the
dense ocean slams:
unforgiving, relentless.

I feel nothing.

Only,
the weght

against jagged
breakers, sucking
the world back
into the ripping void.

Oh, I dream

of your wisdom.

Oh noble

saint of my heart!

Woman of mirrored
emotions, I long

to hold your
words in

the palm of my
hand, consciousness,
evoking them
into the pupil
of emotions, thoughts,
as the glamour of the sun
sets and as the
earth shakes, seizes,
and sputters in sorrow.