Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

Don't leave me hanging here, Dangling here by my toes, With so much you seem to offer, And so much you are willing to give. Patience is a virtue of mine, I can wait as long as need be. Anxiety is an affliction, When patience is wasted. You intrigue me, Maybe more than you should, And it spills over, Into my everyday thoughts. I think of you now, Like a glorious treasure, With a map in hand, But with terrible weather above. Clear my path, I kindly ask of you, So I can finally reach, What I have been looking for.

During the days of an unusual summer, An evening to be correct. You and a friend spoke to me, And for a moment, Twenty minutes in length, And then disappeared. Not much was thought, Another hello and good-bye, Not to speak again, But to be wrong again. Three suns had passed, And the mystery of those twenty minutes, Had returned of another talk, Of who we are. And early into this second discussion, Intrigue of who we are arose, Being as though we live in the same city, And things may happen. The night flew by, As we talked, About what is considered necessary, In such a wonderful manner. For over an hour, We seemed to get to know each other, Enough to inject an idea, Of meeting each other. An idea, In retrospect, Not taken lightly, But one to take time in blossoming. A glorious time spent, To end with hugz, And a beautiful phrase, For now but not forever. The days went by, The idea never left, But the conversations were too casual, To build on it anymore. It's a pleasure, To know whe

Mesmerizing and wonderful. Yet most of my senses left unused. I've heard her speak, And her voice is beautiful. A calming harmony, That washes me away. My imagination, And the written description, Are all my eyes have seen. They are all but disappointed. Like an angel, Hidden by the light of the sun, Only to be revealed, In due time. A sight that will be, Captured forever. Now I only can get closer, Step by step, Inches by inches, To enable the other senses. A relief, For my curiosity. To be near her, To finally touch her skin, Able to smell her hair, And to taste her presence. Feelings that cannot, Come too soon. A time I now long for, Soon my time will come. A magic time, When our two souls bond.

I wish there were a way That I could change your mind From this solitary you claim to need. I understand where you are coming from, And being alone would be good, For a good portion of the time. But there are times in grief, That I wished that I had someone, Because being alone is so lonely, When you need someone to talk to. This is why I kind of persist myself to you, For I want to be the shoulder to lean on, And the ears to listen for you. I could be your shadow, I would only be there, If you purposely turned around, To look for me. To know that you still have something there, And you can rely on it being there. It's a good state of mind to be in, To know that someone always cares, All the time, Night or day, month or year.

I'm sorry, But don't you think it's hard, To smile. It's hard when everywhere, Or just an inviting place, Looks great from a distance, But turns you away, For an unbeatable reason, And you still understand. It's hard to be happy, When everything you reach for, Fights back. When you just want to hold it, To look and not keep. It's hard to choose with no options. I want to smile, I really do, In my natural state, And not an artificial joy. For now, I'll wait.

A familiar color has been painted. A color that has shown its face time and time again. I don't know what I do, To deserve such an ugly color, But somehow it always seems to find its way, Onto every surface of myself, And I don't know how to stop it. It's like a damnation that I can't seem to break, A chill I can't warm up, A hole I can't fill, A point I can't get. I can't believe how unlucky I am, To want the one thing I need, But at the same time, It's the only thing that I can't seem to have. I would turn down a million for her, Eternal life is hell when you're alone. It would never be my choice, To have this upon anyone else, But everyone seems to want it, To happen to me. I'm not allowed to choose, Nor am I allowed finish it all. A rocky bed looks comfortable, When the air around you is stale. The locker under the sea is welcoming, When the land I share is empty. A shot in the dark, and a miss. Shots fired in every direction, Couldn&

A fire, You lit this fire, You lit this fire in me, In my soul. It was accidental, The way it happened. But it happened, And I'm not sad. Honestly, I am kind of glad, And slightly honored, That it was I you chose. My insides are burning. But I don't want it to stop. Not even a cold sweat in the night, Can douse out the flame. I am not certain, Of what kind of fire, Nor, do I know how to use it, To my advantage. You are here, And you still have the match. As long as you still have it, I know the fire is worth it. Unless it was a tease, A mean, evil tease, That you have put upon me But I doubt it. I hope the fire is here, Here to stay, It keeps me warm, And hopeful for now.

It was all so sudden, In am matter of moments, I was all so captivated, By her voice of magnificence. But that wasn't the beginning, No, she captured me by her speech. She pulled me in quickly, Like kids running towards the beach. A river of thoughts, Now before me, Sharing her perspective on life, More clearly I now see. Now mesmerized with what she has said, There is a connection, Like we share so much, All without our vision. And in a relatively short time, Much was shared, Back and forth in conversation, All fueled by the intrigue of the unexplored. She told me a lot so much, About who she was and who she is. She asked me questions about me, About who I am and who I was. And the discussion continued, Like it was an opera's symphony. The harmony in the peace of mind, Of someone who talks so gracefully. As the time flew by, And the uncomfortableness passed, The topic of our listlessness had arisen, And the idea needed to be addressed. Presumably due to the curiosity, And the

She stands silently, Beneath the shadows of nothingness. I know where she is, But I can't feel her presence. These shadows are so dark, Not only does it hide her face, It hides the lines that define her, And makes her who she is. A noise surrounds her, Like I wasn't suppose hear her breathing. A quiet white noise, And now another sense isn't allowed to sense her. I don't know if she wants to speak, If she has anything on her mind, If she wants me to say anything, Or if her emotions are showing. The air in this world, Has no inescapable scent to it. If she was to smell of flowers, I wouldn't know. Every step I take towards her shadow, It grows larger in the light. The sun moves in behind her for every step, As I ask her to move towards me. And when I start to run, You fly further and further away. And you glide with such grace, It's hard to believe that you are not an angel. But she must be an angel, An angel from somewhere, Come to seduce my thoughts, And become