You watch me with bewitching eyes.
I used to dream of your eyes, repeatedly, for years before they caught me that moonlit evening under a bridge. I would wake from dreams about indigo eyes in a way that tilted my world on its axis, and sent quakes running through my foundations until I became accustomed to the incredible rocking fragility that my life was balanced upon. I never knew what these dreamscapes meant, just that they would come and you with them. It was a time for waiting back then. A sense of anticipation had settled, blanketing us like a heavy fog. Only now does it begin to lift.
You cried out to me in dreams. There were so many times and so many voices but yours was always distinct, and the whispers stayed with me into waking where you remained a vague sense of impending importance. For so long, everything was indistinct and ethereal, providing no more than a sense of undefined connection. Connections came in moments, in dreams, in looks, in words. They introduced themselves in a wave of sensation that rolled through me. I have waited for this for so very long.
Experience made no sense without this. Life was a series of vignettes with no context. I was a gypsy with no journey. There were signs everywhere I turned that sent me in the same direction, a million different ways. Each way I went brought me steps closer to this. I have spent lifetimes seeing more than you could believe was there. How could I speak of what I saw with such a limited vocabulary? I ached in the absence of speech. Each sight, each sound, each moment evokes in me a symphony played out on my heartstrings. I see colours leaping, soaring, intertwining in beauty, in sadness, in love and in loss. My words beat out on a celestial drum, audible only to those who are are waiting for my message. I and mine hear in a microscopic semophore and our skin ripples at the reception. Our history is eternal. We are older than time.
THIS is the moment we have been waiting for. This is a time for the the threads finer than gossamer that link us to resonate with purpose. This is not time for uncertainty. This is our time to shine. We were once those who stood aside and waited in the shadows for our moment. We have held ourselves back in shades of grey for age upon age. Hold this moment in the palm of your hand, touch it, feel it. Know that deep inside you that the moment you have been waiting for is here. These are the moments where you cast your locks aside and open yourself wide to the honesty of us. We are the truth exactly as it stands.
This is now the time to step out of the shadows and declare with honesty our simple truth. These are the times of depth and danger. These times are dangerous in a way you cannot see, cannot control and cannot hope to define. Watch as we begin to weave connections with gentle, indefinable art. These are your danger. These connections once made cannot be retracted. We are the power of creation. We are the foundation of all the times to come. Everything now relies upon our courage, our honesty and our ability to transcend the everyday whilst we are immersed in the minutiae of daily life.
This is a time of exceptional people, depth and intensity. It’s time to buckle up and yell your heart out because this ride’s on the way and it’s not stopping. We’re all Charlie in the great glass elevator as it begins its hourney toward the celestial heavens.