white-

black –

defined by labels –

pigeon-holed by circumstance…

absurd,

the very notion,

character defined merely from sight!

i choose –

instead –

to look beyond pigmented-boundaries –

beneath the surface,

you and i are much the same…

indignant –

it would be of me,

to look at you and only see a color –

skin can be so thin,

stretched much too tight –

unable to protect the heart from barbs of prejudice…

i seek a life less cumbersome,

devoid of hate,

where you and i could contemplate our feelings –

free to follow paths defined by hearts,

unrestrained by paradigms of ethnicity,

or race!

flimsy as maybe –

unstable as if –

your promise floats above me,

just out of reach…

perhaps you feel the effort

more important than the feel,

suppose – more necessary than real.

intentions – undefined –

your non-touch

un-opens me.

while you roam effortlessly from your dreams,

you keep me tightly clasped –

to mine…

dangling –

here –

mere inches from release,

terrified to lose control!

pondering –

the forward,

and reverse –

confused,

unsure…

what if i take the step –

will my footing hold?

the edge is much too close,

and i am yet afraid…

that nothing will replace

the insignificance i have become

and i’ll fall –

headlong –

into less than –

something.

un-missed,

a stone thrown in the pond –

so small –

no sound,

no tell-tale –

ripples!

voids –

spaces not filled –

empty – holes…

a glance –

eyes searching for confirmation,

not returned.

a hand – offered –

friendship –

given –

no takers…

sentences without punctuation,

and you –

the question i am not allowed to answer!

unable to feel –

fulfilled.

unable to –

feel…

precariously balanced between what – is,

and what could be.

clinging to the threads of hope,

praying for – recompense!

where did it go –

my reason?

I held it – oh so tight –

but my footing failed,

and I slid much too quickly,

into unsure –

vast sea,

unmeasured depth,

of doubt…

how rudiment –

the concept –

what is – is,

yet what can be –

most often,

is not…

my prayer –

today;

if I’m asleep,

this life – a dream –

please wake me!

for there are things more frightening

than tigers,

and bears…

oh – how easily your smile succumbs to my pain –

water-color compassion,

left ,

so conveniently,

out in the rain…