The Roads... Poem by RIC BASTASA

all road must lead to you,
(myriad options, pretty dilemmas)
days are thinking days, and the hours
are restless too, what the body can
do is always a question, what those
mouths are on the leaves
and bushes, i am
not persuaded, the roads are
illusions, and they put you there,
as though waiting...

days are thinking days and nights
are restless creatures,
i am,
a silent pond, looking at the mirror
without ripples,
i suspend time and go into
deep sleep testing if
i can meet you inside
the house of dreams

you are not there, and all along
i am right.

your arms are empty holes
in galaxies like ships always sailing
away.