Final Resting Place

(Written Sunday, April 3, 2011, while completing army infantry training. Boot camp will do this to you.)

Breathe in, breathe out,
where is life?
I reach for solace amidst strain,
no one notices.
Get in, get out,
where is night?
We do so little in so much time,
I just want to close my eyes.
Almost out of try,
want goodbye for once.
Want to lie for escape,
want to die.
Want to bound out into night,
dangerous freedom.
Wanting pride from loving smiles,
want last day to come.
So long, so long,
either way.
Might sleep well tonight,
might say goodbye today.
So long, so long,
final resting place
could be dream's awakened day,
could be safe to stay.
Could be soul's last challenge,
final resting place.

All the Way to You

(Written Sunday, August 2, 2009. For all of us who know what longing feels like.)

One of these days I will see you.
Not find you,
for you were already here.
Not meet you,
because I've known you all my life.
I will feel you,
wrapped inside the night.

We will not meet half way;
I will come all the way to you,
you will come all the way to me.
Seeing what I have felt all this time
is what it means to be free.
Being what I have sought for so long
is to finally embrace this life.

I do not know how you look,
for I have not yet defined you.
No expectations,
no preconceptions,
no disappointment when the moment arrives.

And our love will not be defined in time.
Forever is the trap of mind.
When we both lie in the present,
we embrace eternity without trying.

I will not stop at your eyes,
I will not marvel at your mind.
I will come all the way to you
and rest inside.