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…

once upon a – not so long ago;

before the now, was then.

soon after that first,

hello…

(Eden – well,

at least some acceptable facsimile),

there was a you,

i knew –

and a me you,

although – reluctantly, allowed admittance…

why is it – in the light –

all demons – disappear?

aren’t they – by nature – invincible?

if can’t is not allowed to become is,

what then?

this timid soul does not posses the strength to slay

even the most subtle dragon,

and nowhere in the manual of supposition

is there an option – to just – be!

indignant –

of you to assume!

your judgment falls like hail upon the road –

undisclosed to one –

further along the journey!

my is –

interrupted –

fades into the vastness of was.

replaced,

perhaps,

be it ever so briefly,

by yet another is…

when yesterday was today,

surreptitiously culled from could be,

to become,

you and that version-of-the-day me,

did interact.

now I find your is – no more.

and realizing my inability to continue my journey with you,

into your was,

makes me pause…

how apropos – on such a day as this;

Hummingbirds and Seraphim’s!

and as your you ascends from the tomb of could not,

the universe itself is moved to tears –

so softly the summer rain falls…