why is it that here, amongst the books, i find my mind alive?

why does it wait

to light my heart?

And now, it is still.

No longer racing.

Eyes cease pacing,

The world

for yours.

And now, your name does not

evoke the fires of passion in my heart

airyness of love in my mind

And now, we are mere beings.

who pass one another on the hall.

yet no solidness fits the air.

I stand now, against the wall

Leaning on, and glancing up.

yet now our glances are just that.

No lingering stare.

As our currents come they take us,

and we drift through the sea of life.

Through crashing waves, through squall and turning stone.

I thought my hearts purpose, was to follow yours.

I thought my hand was made

to fit yours.

But now, I see.

I see the many hearts that we

must love alone.

I see the other hands,

we will hold in our own.

Although my mind does wander,

to you, and yours, sometimes,

you are no longer the master.

For i am the master of mine.

I have learned that i am keeper.

I am seeker, master, control.

And everything i will ever need.

Is somewhere within my soul.

Comparison is the thief of joy,

so let its hands be tied.

And have me never doubt myself,

amongst others,

or beside.