this room and all it has to offer,
shadow dancers and empty walls,
the epitome of need;
a long distance phone call from the heart.
all these voiceless hours
grow numb inside my head -
and it seems useless to pretend,
that there is some road destined to combine
the journey of two shooting stars,
as they pass in the sky like soul-mates do in life.
i am perched atop the eaves, listening to a prayer
from a dreamer on bended knee,
and i cannot make out the words,
but the music of his travail sews its way into my soul -
then finds an entry out into space from the slit in my lips,
whispers moist and ready to be kissed.
i loved this frail encounter
a moment longer than any lover ever should,
for in the time it weaved its way
through my veins, i knew -
i could miss this serene silence that
speaks louder than my heart -
and i would find only space between,
what my reality is,
and what i can dream.
i often think
that the world is far too big,
far too wide to believe -
that absence makes the heart grow
more assured of its home,
when all the while two cities who love,
wake alone.
This poem is achingly beautiful! A heartbeat drifting along the wire or off the satellite!
this is very abstract and contradictory, an outstanding departure from your previous works. much enjoyed here, old friend. Jake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you explore feelings in depth without using vulgarity, your poetry is a must thanks for sharing