In this poem I am trying to capture the moment of surrender which we all feel between states of consciousness, life and death, struggle and surrender as well as passionate moments of ecstasy.
Yearning for your hand to touch mine, stretching farther to the beach. then withdrawing in sadness and returning to your world.
In your moments of desperation, you come and take whom you wish, reaching far on to the road in anger.
The moment of change, when your hand touches mine, the moment where life and death combine and we join as one.
Our minds wrestle with our old lives for a moment, memories of my childhood, school and perhaps the womb.
In an eternal world, where their is no life or death, only expressions of Love and forms changing.
Moving through eternity, like water merging with water, with no chance to cling to shapes before they vanish before our eyes in chasms of beauty.
Mermaids move before me with flashes of cyan light, which resemble distant people and voices.
Seeing my family again, oh the joy as they become recognisable a second time, the smiles and forms as they welcome me.
The expressions of infinite beauty which I called my parents, to go higher knowing they were expressions of a greater Love and a greater God.
I fall into the arms of another, he reaches over my mouth and kisses and caresses me for a lifetime.
The intensity of an orgasmic moment, lighting the sky with flashes of blue light and the mermaids with their cyan brighter green.
Caressed by shadowy forms of people in the darkness, their touch awakening every part of my senses.
A dark hand comes from the passion and I take it, a struggle begins pushing him away, but he is stronger and I lie motionless, thrown to the floor.
He lifts my arm and lays perfume on my wrist. Massaging my arm as I feel his warm hand touching me.
Then I awake to splutter water, a green uniform kneeling before me and an ambulance flashing blue light in the dark night.
My memories of infinity fade as the man before me approaches my mouth again beating my chest and pumping out water.
My wrist feels strange as a woman wipes an antiseptic rub before inserting a needle and they carry me away to the ambulance.
The ambulance is parked by the monastery, where their is hope, faint glow and a curtain moves.
