This is How It All Started (well, almost)

I

 …And I felt

Ageless and homeless,

Under the floating skies

Of my love ever errant, more than ever at war.

Utterly dark in the city of million lights,

Utterly lost, so happy to live and die,

So blissfully present  to the heavenly court of stars,

So sad with your grief. Please don't mind that it's now mine. 

Falling upward, how awkward, 

again and again,

Through the cloud of unknowing, 

like a raindrop or a coin,

into the palm

of your hand so fine.

Feeling sleepy now, and the steep hills

of my childhood creep along my nightfall.

Feeling weak and breathless, listening to the spinning wheels.

II

So I still have that impression of being elsewhere,

of having left my body and floating beside myself,

like a battle banner in the fresh autumn breeze.

Still have sleepy eyes, though was laying wide awake early,

listening to the loud purring of my cat

and waiting for something to happen,

while obviously nothing happens at 6 o’clock in the morning.

I am so tired of that intense being elsewhere, so really exhausted,

yet can not bring myself to get back to my here and now.

So helpless, bound by desire, waiting for something to happen, in the darkness of this morning,

someone to open the shutters and let the light stream.

Paris 05 - 06/10 2011