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…

entangled in

my now –

entwined within

my what-will-be,

you…

an anchor fastened to my heart –

essential as even –

air.

what was life before

you –

who drew the line

between indifferent –

and necessary?

was there sunlight –

or did the night – so nonchalant

just close his eyes –

allowing day…

i cherish moments

filled with oh-so-much of you,

grateful –

yet undeserving…

age –

simply defined;

a collection of years,

or perhaps –

seasons.

society puts up fences –

youth here,

old age there,

either, or…

i find my place neither

in, nor out –

and so i sit upon the fence –

dangling my feet,

and my heart,

in both pastures.

i found myself –

upon the shore –

gazing in your eyes –

calm –

deep water.

i wanted you to know me –

feel my presence.

without – hesitation –

or reservation –

i tossed the stone…

ripples –

endless waves –

flowing outward.

and even if i wanted –

i could not stop them –

or even withdraw the effect

of my most curious touch

on your enigmatic mind!

i need you –

more than – want,

more than – have to have,

as much as – to die for…

i need –

you,

longer than,

forever –

before – now!

addicted to –

the all-of-you,

i cling to your every word,

place them – captive –

in my heart…

and when i find,

you’ve gone away –

i pull them out –

remembering the way you looked right into me –

spoke comfort,

calmed storms,

extinguished fires of discontent,

by simply uttering my name!

i carry –

you –

deep within – me,

unencumbered

as light attached to dawn –

you are my sunrise,

guiding light,

feelings placed on hold –

access –

denied.

what do you do when

doors are closed –

no goodbyes?

longing eats a hole

in sanities – reality –

words cannot be – unsaid,

feelings – un-felt…

regret –

an evil unparalleled –

compounded by cruel rejection…

the tender heart lies broken,

compassion lost –

abandon feels like midnight dark,

dying all alone…

oh my duplicitous Pygmalion!

while you were sleeping,

i was years away…

… trapped,

as you would say –

contained within my pre-assembled tomb of ambiguity.

but there is where i find –

i,

my – me…

and while you walk in circles

around my truth,

expecting walls of nonchalance to crumble,

i smile –

free of your contagious animosity…

how simply –

archaic!

your words,

so fervent in their request to be my savior –

however,

your eyes do not invite –

and your clinched fists can never hold these trembling hands…