indignant –

compassion starved from

insatiable insensitivity…

how can there be justification

for callous abandon?

all too often it seems we

close doors,

build walls,

create barricades –

manipulate emotions to protect our hearts from hurt,

yet find,

in the end,

our – selves – starving for a touch –

gentle caress…

friendship –

sweet reprieve for our emaciated souls!  

unable –

sad word –

thrown carelessly into the wind…

inability –

chosen –

not a consequence,

rather,

a decision…

you take from me all that you need –

leave hulls of hope scattered on the floor –

and i am just too weak from wanting more

to sweep,

or even care!

wanting to – remember

needing to – remember

yet unable to – remember…

(thoughts strewn random – uncollectable)

pleading,

desperately –

yet adamant.

the mind ,

however,

unyielding…

(uncontrolled chaos – borderline dementia)

memories collected –

haphazardly –

disorganized sanity…

(thin, the line between what is and what should be)

and standing guard –

the one called – father –

ageless sentinel

surveying all –

seeing –

nothing!

incidentally –

you,

reconstruct the broken –

remand the lies, to truth…

effortless as –

breathe,

yet more required!

tangible –

yet restrained.

unassumingly – understanding…

how is it –

there can be – debate,

supposition,

disbelief,

in the plausibility of my need,

for your existence?

unobtrusive as dawn,

you force the darkness into light.

eliminate – might.

replace – could-be – with is!

captive,

am i –

paralyzed by your compassion.

in awe –

of your most enigmatic –

consideration!

sing a song of six pence –

pocket full of  –

why.

nursery rhymes – forgotten –

(innocence and nonchalance went missing).

on the under – side of hope;

beneath the spangled starry sky,

on the ledge –

precariously balanced –

anxious,

animated…

(marionettes dance –

unaware of the importance of – strings -).

tied to you –

i am!

to life and death and why and why not…

alabaster dedications –

engraved with –

when and why and what for.

the soul –

however –

un-contained within the stone…

(birds know the freedom of heaven)

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!

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

the universe itself is moved to tears –

so softly the summer rain falls…