Though I Cannot See…

Can’t see; where oh heart did thy light go?

For white / black spells grip the trembling morning.

And the winds of change sing forgotten tunes.

So silent grows he; this persona; this faltering of me.

Chatter boxes consume negative space filling the bleeding air.

Exorcisms deliver; defiant darkness looses steels cold stare.

Trapped; boxed in like a rat in a maze, no place left in which to hide.

Solutions remain resistant; none left are they in which to confide.

Oh can’t see past the darkness; for there is no tunnel; no light.

Surety has forsaken me; absconding this heart for deaf gypsies in the night.

The silence now behooves me for no more should these lips press.

Though I can’t see…somehow, something shall come forth from this to my soul forever bless…somehow, though I can’t even see.

J. Allen Wilson © 2/2008