Art – Matt Chambliss
Like ink on paper subtly changes the fabric of the universe
Mark by mark, letter becomes word, word becomes sentence,
Becomes history, the story of what is or what was.
You are written into my story, my soul.
Each gesture, sound, fragrance, touch, and emotion you etched,
You inscribed upon the deepest part of me.
I am changed. I am altered and will forever carry you with me, in me.
You are a part of every thought and inhabit the space between every breath.
You went with me to frightening places and I with you.
Together we transformed the terror into our soul’s Hallelujah!
And restless terrible longing found rest.
Light shined in, and defeated the darkness if only for an instant.
The source of the demons that plagued and haunted our dreams
Both waking and in slumber.
Your words from all your poems express my feelings and my experiences over the past couple years almost 3 years after meeting that which I thought was my everything or maybe was my everything… I’m drained thinking about it… Hope you have a wonderful day 🙂
It is a very painful thing. I’m glad to have a new writing buddy
“You are written into my story, my soul.”
This is a beautiful line because that’s how we keep people alive. Sometimes I think that’s their heaven. (Yeah, I know that makes no sense.)
There are some Quantum theorists who would know exactly what you are saying. Some of it has too much math for me but there is a theory called the Holographic Universe that hints at something similar. Brilliant woman!