Thursday, September 10, 2015
I am paused by your quiet, set face,
your presence never lingering for long.
My eyes search out yours, try to keep pace,
confused by your steps, lost in your song.
barred from a path along your mountain tops,
withheld from rituals, telling, written, little lines.
I am kept generic, impersonal, actors and props,
never close enough to translate your secret signs.
you smile so sweetly, briefly showing a bit more,
momentary lapses in straw brick, mortared stones.
Progressions of conversation, revealing the core;
shadows haunting, dreams blinding, aching bones.
a terrified, troublesome, frustrating flight risk,
always ready to leave me, should I ever doubt.
And I should know better than to try and fix this,
all I can do is calmly...confidently, assure you...
that you have all my love.