Every morning blessed with weary eyes blinking away slumber
discovering more where previously imagined full
My love holds me close
A fortress of words, articulated and unuttered,
impenetrable by man
Broken only from within
My love has a face.
It comforts me daily behind the eyes of strangers
seeing me as I really am.
But who am I today?
Who will I be tomorrow?
My love daily walks with me
assuring, supporting, causing indescribable pain
Soul-wrenching sadism it seems
A love that pulls me one way dutifully
another expectantly...guiltily
The security of a shell no longer comforts the pearl
its match a world away.
My love is a silhouette
contoured toward the shadow of one it can no longer reach
...grasping still
Yet in the moments before sleep
as my love calls for its other half
there is an echo of what was
A life not lived in parallel
A time where my heart did not struggle to beat
with severed, disjointed caverns
but with fullness, however naive
And in this moment there is peace
Soft moonlight illuminates my love
stripped of consciousness
Remembered wholeness comes as easily as breath
The slowing of time where nothing is ever lost
Love simply is and I am complete.
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