scattered presence of mind;
taut cords of distance
straining at the gateway
to you

flat chords of out-of-tune
reminiscence...

once again, i now languish;
destitute,
so lost
without the sound
of your sweet voice

and nothing but this horrid
overwhelming silence
to fill my world;

in this: the dark abyss...
devoid of any meaning;
wond'ring if the time
will ever come again
that we
will be

a fluid symphony
of flawless
seamless interplay
merging
in such a pefect way;

complete unto ourselves,
a perfect choral harmony

captured in eternal moments,
enraptured
in the glow
of the special love
that we both know

could not exist
beyond the two of us;

apart from this.

Copyright (c) 2005 Jeff Mason