into the desolation

solitude –

precursor to loneliness.

 

disassociation of self –

from soul.

 

plunged head first –

into this desolation…

 

where do you turn to find

acceptance –

what price – the need?

 

compassion comes,

but not without cost.

 

smiles –

transparent,

masking pain –

unrealized.

 

abandon –

cruel nemesis to faith,

prevails –

 

hurt sustains!

unbecoming

 

wanting more than less –

needing more than have –

i find my life in shadow,

standing still…

 

consumed by doubt –

entombed within the walls of disbelief –

i feel the madness creep

into my living,

forcing me to contemplate my fate.

 

do i seek refuge here

in dying’s harbor?

commit to nothing –

become un-done?

 

how simple then,

the letting go –

no need –

for need,

no longing –

to belong…

 

so sweet the peace that

must come with the passing.

so great the un-weight,

un-encumbered –

un-entwined –

the soul,

aged captive –

finally free…

fountain of you…

 

far deeper than any touch,

much more real,

than feel –

 

unlike whispers

fading into the air,

carried away too soon –

you are the – air!

 

all inclusive,

pervasive as nightfall –

you seep into every pore of my being,

filling every cavity of my soul!

 

i drink you in –

the thirst never satisfied,

and so i must return,

time and again,

to your most pensive fountain!

breath

that which you are –

intrigues me –

the depth of your eyes;

a vortex that pulls me in –

the warmth of your smile enlightens me…

 

wherever i go –

you go –

for i carry you in my heart.

 

irreplaceable as light –

delight more grand than sound

to one who cannot hear –

i keep you near,

cornerstone of every dream…

 

more than – just enough,

intrusive as – is –

merely hearing your voice throws chaos to the wind –

and when we touch –

my entire existence bends!

 

you are the air –

mere breath i long to breathe!

i – in bondage…

what i saw in you –

i needed to see in me.

and what i felt for you –

was what was missing from my life.

 

like a hand given –

but not taken,

a glance –

not returned…

 

desperation –

a weight – too heavy for this heart to hold,

chains of bondage –

locked tight,

and you,

the key!

 

 

standing too close to the edge…

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!

gregarious – assiduous – raisonde’tre; You…

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!

unbecoming

wanting more than less –

needing more than have –

i find my life in shadow,

standing still…

 

consumed by doubt –

entombed within the walls of disbelief –

i feel the madness creep

into my living,

forcing me to contemplate my fate.

 

do i seek refuge here

in dying’s harbor?

commit to nothing –

become un-done?

 

how simple then,

the letting go –

no need –

for need,

no longing –

to belong…

 

so sweet the peace that

must come with the passing.

so great the un-weight,

un-encumbered –

un-entwined –

the soul,

aged captive –

finally free…

broken hearts

there are some things –

          superficial –

          easily seen by –

          everyone –

               anyone!

 

those things characterize,

          silhouette by

          shape,

               by sound.

 

deeper though –

          seen scantly,

          like constellations through broken clouds –

          there are those more personal things.

 

like pearls –

          we search,

          and probe –

          picking over –

          breaking down –

          looking desperately for that great prize –

          and in the search –

          missing out on the most precious jewels.

 

cast away –

          like broken shells –

          we clutter the beaches of life !

departure

you hide behind your – suppose –

as if it were a shroud,

seemingly unaware of the audacity –

imposed by your flagrant transparency…

 

how awkward –

meeting here like this –

exposing all my is,

to find it wasted effort to your – presume!

 

when did the lines become so blurred?

boundaries,

redefined?

we used to travel the same path –

shared the same – once upon a time…

 

dangling now –

contemplating the letting go –

while you callously take flight on wings of indifference.

 

surely there is no sadness more intense

than dying –

without death!