"sequels"




As I saw you, I
wondered:

how can I contain
your finite travel--

how can I touch
your elusive smiling
face and waving hands,

or capture the breath of
your sublime laughter ...

As you go, though, as if
the fragrance of flowers
I am passing by ... a temporal
affection ... a pervasive loud spring
seized in drought of summer's
singeing heat ... away you go, double
an imploded star, gasless and spiritless, reaching
the length of its longevity--barreling out of space and time--done with
the farce--gone, untraceable, irreplaceable,
not faceable again ...
complete ...

I travel alone in dismal wind
over water--avert its surface--I leave ...
no ripple, no wake, or reflection of my face--sleeping
through the days, I am--
I am missing ...
you here ... .






Written By, Darkest Angel
Written November 20, 2010