the moon grows twice bright- light
reflecting off the shutters of my soul
-as i ignore it- lonely and longing
for the consummate passions revoked
o where is my heart and who has it?
i’m spread too thin and tearing- let go
hold on- my body tells me to carry on
but not without you
where are you?
i’m left to pick up the pieces- but I
return them- your waves beckon me
back to shore, forevermore
what is true love? do you deceive me
or are you, too, lost in night’s lilac?
where are you, then, I’ll find you
-stumbling, wary- is love this search
or is it found? does it give and give
and know no bound or does it
seep into the ground
and mix with my tears
o for my heart does not ask, it begs
my eyes do not weep, they grow
frozen and solid
-all I see is the past-
-all I hear is your laugh,
long lost, still vibrant
in the mind of the tyrant
of this tower, colossal,
swaying deep side to side
over seas of my tears-
my body will not move without your touch
o is this love or obsession?
is there a difference in heaven?
or is love painless and open,
unpredictable as the ocean,
but you always know its there?