tease

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…

and what of morning?

once again the changing of the guard.

day to night –

then back again.

never ending cycle of same.

tonight with curtains closed –

lights out –

doors locked,

i pause to reconcile the balance of my day.

for every thought of discontent,

did i aspire to overcome the hurdle?

can i –

with any perception of conviction –

close my eyes,

sleep dreamless –

content?

and what of morning?

if so inclined to wake –

will just another exercise in tolerance my day become?

perhaps tonight my prayer should be for recompense,

rather than reconciliation.

far better the outcome of endless peace,

than temporary commiseration…