Let Us...

Let’s be the soul

that we never knew.

Let’s play that role

we could have performed

but seemed untrue.

You keep your grief aside

and the silent rebel in you.

I will put down my angst

and the veil of ideal view.

Let the bird fly

flapping those angry wings.

Let the present defy

those vicious untidy stings.

Let the time decide

what we thought we could

and what we already knew.

But for the time being…

Let me be me. And you, be you.

Obscure touches

She felt it,
a heightened sense of niceness.
A bit cold, a  bit cajoling,
and that seemingly safety fence.
She tried to like it,
she loved it not.

She felt it again,
a heightened sense of calmness.
A bit human, a bit surreal,
and an urge to observe the silence.
She absolutely loved it,
she loved it a lot.