Steve Mairs - The Mint
Channel: MairsandtheMonster
Date: 2013-11-09

A poem :). 

I have some other spoken word stuff on my old channel mairsmusic btw: http://www.youtube.com/user/mairsmusic/videos

Check it out if you fancy it ;). Also this channel has others - browse our uploads why dontchya?

Words:

"I'll have the chicken souvlaki"
She said with laughter behind her lips as I ordered the same.
We coexist in a bubble of joy and sanity floating silently in an austere and automatic world

The candlelight flickers, reminding me of the early days,
 a crisp and clear picture in my mind 
but a haze in hers that clears with words
poured from my soul into her beautifully open heart

A heart modelling precisely what a heart should be
as if it is an evolved form of an age old concept
a wheel crafted from a dreary stone
revolutionizing our weary minds, making us meander
out of the trees to see the sun as if for the very first time.

She dances on my mind with frightening precision
each move an unparalleled harmony that sings the melody of her life
a song like no other.

She doesn't just complete my sentences but she begins them. She fills the gaps
of my astonished mind like the silent and smooth motion of a star fills the void of the universe
bringing light to the farthest reaches of space and time
Breaking and battering the thickest boundaries protecting the darkness breathing around every corner

Words are unnecessary
In a way they always have been

"We'll both have the soup actually"
My soul's eyes can see through the fog which
resides in the valleys of my thoughts
on the dew-wetted fields of weston at sunrise where Cyrus lies in the distance.
A breeze blows in a simple peace and contentment where there was always an understanding.

An understanding which we both acknowledge the existence
but dance around the rim of its unfathomable depth

We're unique, together as we sway to the song
without words in perfect time with our beating hearts
A simultaneity without description, a oneness with no depiction as we linger in this home
if only for a little while

You kick off your shoes, wearing only your smile.

This is not just a friendship. Nor a fantasy or a dream as it often seems but the most real connection two people have the privilege of sharing, worthy of comparing
to the names we all know that sense of love that burns in our DNA yet 
remains lost to those who do not seek it

She fits into my arms like liquid steel pours into a mold a hold solidified beyond
the scope in which time means anything.

But lying beneath any amount of presumptuous poetry lives an unmatched sincerity
which pulls on my heart with such a force that it brings me to my knees. 
A love that makes my arms shake as I lie wide awake staring at the ceiling
as if by some magic force the answer will be written there tonight

She is the root note of the major chord in the key of my earthly joy, resolving the suspended
feelings pulled taught in my heart with a simple chuckle a simple hum a simple touch.

If together every word I have ever sealed to a page with my foolish pen resulted in that woman's smile I would write until my wrist broke, then I would learn to write with my left hand.

"We should go" "mmm" we both nod

You have never met a woman with a drive like hers, a mind like hers. 
She places her hand on my chest and feels her heart. As if she's satisfied by what she
feels she turns on her heels and we walk into the daylight
holding each other close
keeping those near us warm with the love we radiate.

We always walk together, even when we're apart. This time it's west to face
the descending sun, extinguished by the ocean in which is splashes into each night
It feels right, for that's the point of the road: To walk towards the light with those you love.

And Every day I celebrate my fate and relish in the never ending wonder of her embrace. My teacher, my love, my friend, my heart, my soul.

Oh my soul, though my words are like a candle held to the sun, a faint light so greatly
dwarfed by the insurmountable understanding we hold for one another,
this one is for you.

I'll always write for you