Who am I
This time and place?
Disturbed from sleep, I try to hold onto the night.
As often is the case, it slips by leaving me to find my conscience and bearings.
Awareness finds me and I realize the place I bedded the night prior, is not the place I find myself this sunrise.
Rare but not the first, an event seldom mentioned in the life of the immortal.
Thought to be of romance and undying love, this so-called life seldom touches on the heartbreak of never having the opportunity in saying goodbye.
Never speaking of the unending yearning, isolation, or understanding of who one is. For lovers and friends have their thought about what they know me to be, with little room for what is.
Little mention of the hunt and being prey, for man’s thirst for power, is without limit, destroying all within its path, thinking I might offer the answer, to their fears of death.
Just another day, in a new place and life, I rise in answer to my need for coffee. Always in the back of my mind, what if this soul had love of leaf only, smiling within at the thought that my biggest concern of the moment is the absence of the bean.
Looking around I notice I am alone in the living quarters, a gift, for parting from a child is a torture word can never truly explain. They have the gift, of seeing me, within the host’s vessel.
In heart, always alone, for who would believe me without expecting something more than I could give.
Time affords me knowledge, but not escape from the pains of love, nor the fear of death to others. I confess the death of a loved one is a thousand of my own.
So my day begins without expectation, for I am to learn whom I am with the sun-seeking sky. While I find my beloved coffee, at fingers reach, or out into the world which is yet to see, the one who woke this turn of the night.
In an instant, a lapse in judgment, protest in sharing life with mere mortals, cast me here to learn of that I did not know.
This begins, at least for you, the start of a story old as time, for one who has but a single wish but to return home.