This is a poem I wrote based on Juan Sánchez’s Rebirth. I have the audio of me reading the poem to his music, as well as the typed poem below. This is something I really enjoyed doing, and I plan to continue it with other non-copyrighted music.
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The Pathless
Black gives way to nature,
the forest of searching you have
dreamt of reaching,
piercing your life with sunrays
that now soften through leaves
and guide you to your end.
Follow the trail of branches
and twigs, dying on the earth.
Forgotten corpses of leaves
brushing against your feet.
Breeze-light fabric touches your being,
presenting you to a world unknown.
Reaching for connection,
following their presence,
chasing and falling
spinning and seeing
and constant, and constant.
See the life in your heart,
crushing, crushing, gone.
You sacrificed everything to get here
but the memories fade with every step.
Pause and consider, bend down with
phantom limbs to examine the stream.
Lazy ripples, an illusion of familiarity.
Life is behind in the land of weight and
senses, the urgency of time a memory, a habit.
Time is a concept here, not an absolute.
Notice in your reflection the perfect version of yourself,
beautiful figure, vibrant hair, no stress lines;
the one you always wanted to be for them.
The telling scars on your arms and wounds
to your body are gone. You are
new and finally here, ready to be reunited.
Stand straight and feel the
disconnection to sense, the way a
sleeping body would feel in their dream,
their everlasting dream.
The stream grows wider, a river of end
coaxing you to leave, become pathless.
Step out and remember the reason you
gave up and came looking for them.
The years and years of loneliness
and pain, and loveless existence you
could no longer bear.
Dulling the agony with alcohol,
and drugs, and harm no longer
worked, and so you took the
final step to join them.
You step into the river and walk
along the bottom. Walk for
years and years, until you reach
the Other Side and emerge.
They’re waiting there for you,
a sad smile on their face, of what
could have been, but still they
reach out and welcome you
to whatever lies beyond.
You pull them close in an
embrace so desperate that your
senses explode and you smell them
and feel them.
A sound you remember as laughter
and salt you recognise as tears
leave your body
as you embrace,
forever and ever.
Scribbled Thoughts 