i long to be the – oh –

the – wow –

exhilarating gasp of – awe,

in an otherwise quiet room!

to be that –

suspect,

that –

even remotely – considered.

to be –

consumed –

as breath –

entering in –

and back out again.

unassuming,

yet essential –

inasmuch as believe,

to dream…

you are that –

Deity –

on which i hang

(effortlessly)

my hope.

demagogue to champion compassion.

and i –

your willing martyr!

i hear your sadness

screaming through the silence…

big sky –

little moon –

somewhere on the other side of my world,

you –

behind the clouds…

what absence do you run from –

what darkness terror

keeps you locked away?

safe inside your guarded walls

i cannot reach you…

what feeling worse than lonely –

what pain more real than

breaking heart,

outstretched hand – empty –

unanswered prayer…

broken still –

emotion spilled into a void –

longing cuts like shards of glass –

the soul…

you are my pain,

and passion,

self-contained!