There's a silent flowing stream
An inverted, internalized scream
Glass shards are hypnotic reminders
of the blood that flows inside my veins
And I overwhelmingly, achingly want you
Yet this sober restraint calls me to clarity
What can be will never be,
Fruition lies,
unrealized.
Oh, to be dissatisfied, disillusioned and impoverished
The wounded, lonely heart
beats just as well as the nourished one
Just as regularly
And yet,
I cannot fathom this canyon that lies between us
As anything less than impregnable.
The clouds refuse to part,
the dew begets the drop,
Micro-chasm of life
And all the while, I pine for you,
The half that is quartered,
the life that is shortened
the music that is silent
unguarded smiles,
soften memories of your undying skin
and an unwavering sigh of frustration
All these lead me closer,
and the closer, further away,
From and to
YOU.
