The Walls Are Down
The Walls Are Down
Facets of cut stone charged by the light
I am blinded by your luminescence
The tonal qualities of your voice come to me in colour
I am humbled by your contrast
The harmonies of shade and hue are strikingly subtle
I am rewarded by the essence of your rapport
The aroma of home that emanates from your pores
I am engulfed by the scent of your skin
The whisper of your intonation and inflection
I am spellbound by your articulation
Within the walls of my world, I have importance
My words and my meanings are solid things
They direct the path I steer and shape my future
Within the walls of my world, I sail alone
Look to the horizon of your world and wonder what may be
Look beyond the vanishing point and free your mind
Existence beyond your world is:
Real & Ephemeral
Solid & Diaphanous
Opaque & Translucent
populous & Empty
Forthwith & Eventual
Allow the wind to carry the vibrations of the music of my soul to you
and feel it raise the hairs across your skin as it travels your whole body
Seek not for a word to describe this sensation, as the part of you that recognises me has no need for the restrictions of language
It is free of rules, pronunciation, and grammar, of tongue clicks and mouth contortions, of alphabets and practised sounds
It is free to sense, to feel, to imagine and to know its own kind at the deepest level
It is neither right nor wrong
Nor is it good or bad, benefit or deficit, windfall or debt
For the reality in the soul of the world is that everything has the potential to manifest in every way imaginable, and so it is all of these things and none of these things simultaneously
Reach out and sense my presence
Breath in and taste my scent
Open your heart and feel mine beating
Free your mind and touch my thoughts
Tomorrow is yet to be drawn
Crepuscular motions must play out first
Transient rotations will have their sway
The veil is cast before rebirth
Your entry will cast you anew
Your birth will come with a new sun
Your direction of travel is yet to be chosen
The rebirth will light your way
I am to your East
But the sense of my heart will be at all compass points
I have destroyed the walls of my world to build them anew
And I will not lay a single stone until your arrival
Whilst this may leave me open to attack, I care not,
for if you are not open to attack you are not open to anything new
So, the walls are down, and I wait…
© Iain Merchant 2021