Premonition Poem by Tsani Jones

Terrible thing it is, to
Have the whole world, but
Escape the enjoyment...

Tactile silkiness of that voice
Always beside me, and
So easily forgotten,
Tainted with
Erudition of what love can be.

On a good morning, I can
Find her beside me as I wake.

Youthful passion,
Orbiting around vague words
Understood by no ordinary
Ritual of thought.

Giving myself away to
Her completely, without
Ostentation or motive,
Searing that last doubt like sunlight
Tearing through high leaves.

Kindling deep was her first drop,
Inside the reaches of my
Soul, and I knew, I felt it, I
Saw it there.

She is the flavor of love on my
Tongue that propels the hunt.
Always in sight, in
Yesterday's regrets
Stillborn in the womb of hope.

After this, who are we?
Love scattered like propeller seeds on
Windy paths of no given home?
Answers find sadness,
Yielding only to the
Spirit of wishful thinking.

Only the hopeless hunger for abandoned hope,
Not us, my love.

Maturity of childishness brought
Young love to the old souls...

Leave it all behind.
Inside here is her
Place, her home, our
Secret.