Precious Prescience

Precious Prescience

I felt you near/breath on my spine/Turned to look/but naught behind
I saw a vison in my mind/In my dreams/but naught behind
And then I scream/ for something real/not sensual sentience/precognitive feel
I saw a vision/you stood fine/my gaze swept back/but naught behind
You touched my shoulder/I missed your touch/your lips and finger gently brush/across my body down and such
I close my eyes/and you are mine/I turn to look/but naught behind


I know that /soon/ you will arrive/You WILL appear/ before my eyes
I know I'll feel /your skin brush mine/I'll turn to look,/ you'll stand behind
I know, in waiting, /you'll appear/my patience wanes,/ I want you here
And you, you laugh,/ musing game/I stand still,/ my want brings shame
Yet still I stand/teased along/I start to waiver/hope clings on
And still I stand/I'm never wrong/my doubts drop off/hope clings on

My vision strong/my will so weak/I hear your whispers as you speak
You enjoy/ the teasing game/ I deplore my/ want with shame
You must not wait/ too long you know/ or I lose faith/ and turn to go
Your heart/ beats/ strong/ mind to mind/ I turn to look/ but naught behind
You've grown strong/ I've grown weak/ I lean my heart against my feet
Until I feel/ it can't be true,/ I turn to look,/ and there stands you.

string theory on the ocean

Its been a long time since I've written. Blogs are just online diaries that you open up to the world aren't they. No one comes to my blog so I feel I can write anything. I put it out there like a message in a bottle. Taken by the currents. More likely to be lost beneath the waves of cyber space than found on some cyber shore.
But pretty soon that bottles not going to be anonymous anymore. Should I keep writing? Will it suppress my freedom to vent? Is it back to the locked diary for me? Safety and freedom...contradictory, yet desirable.