This writing was posted to John Trudell's MySpace on April 29, 2009.For me, It speaks to the soul that is deep and yearns the forbidden union.
Enjoy.
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can't not
he sat with the nights remembering her smilings
telling the dark about dreams he's going to dream
while the stars laughted and teased in his thoughts
excitements of rush aroused from deep slumpering
they looked into their eyes and saw themselves looking
at what they have been and where they've been
as they chased through time to get to each other
he recognized her recognizing him recognizing them
she offered him her heart with its soft touch of flame
wilding him with waiting memories of more memories
rememberings of forgottens rituals of tenders calming
what ever is happenings where ever going is going
they can't not go along where the going along goes
strange thing about choice the postive the negative
theres choice or no choice and no choice is a choice
intuitives reasons are instincts own understandings
some decisions are made before we even get here
so in some ways of having no say they had no say
what ever the decision was made and they agreed
they've got this life to live and they are their own draw
however they play it however they give howevers now
its just something that it is like a gathering regathering
anyway he sat with the night remembering her smilings
so to him and the night and the dark she was their light
