The Rush

"The Rush"
2007

In an instant
Souls of flesh and bone
Thought to be so distant
And better left alone
Combine as one
Beneath the reflected sun
Shining through with a light
That pierces the most stubborn night
In this instant
Souls of flesh and bone
Thought to be so distant
Have a place to call their own
Beneath a tidal wave of lust
Lasting longer than it takes ashes to become dust
They move and girate
Feeding fasting appetites that have never ate
In this instant
Souls of flesh and bone
Thought to be so distant
Show emotions never shown
In front a mirror so clear
That it reflects everything but the fear
That one will be gone in the morning
Leaving them alone without hint or warning
In an instant
Souls of flesh and bone
Thought to be so distant
Have eyes that flicker like lights on an artifical drone
Fabricate the things we can only dream
And hide them in our mind's tightly hidden seem
A love that far outweighs any crush
Two souls have combined to become the rush
The rush of facing fears head on
And winning.
The rush of setting a goal in life
And acheiving it. Ahead of schedule.
The rush of a religious experience.
Outside of church.
The rush of loving someone so much
It hurts yourself. Completely.
The rush of cheating death.
To live again.
The rush of not long to live.
A shortened life, built on the premise of no consequences.
What I'm trying to say, is that...
In this instant
A soul of flesh and bone
That was once so distant
May have a queen waiting on her throne
A voice to greet him
When he gets home
A whisper of love
When getting off the phone
A goddess disguised
In a mortal woman's robe
The other half
To an equation, that can make him whole.
And as I stand on the edge
Overlooking a precipice of emotions
I'm tempted to walk forward
Because the possibility of being with you
Is equal to an eternal flight
And knowing you'll be there to catch me if I fall
In case my trajectory isn't right,
Is more than any book
Or any hymn, can ever mean to him
Or should I say, ever mean to me.
So to end this tribute,
to a woman who is known to many,
but will come to be known the way she was meant to
I ask you to think querida,
Thinking of becoming more than a woman to me.
Think of becoming the rush..