In The Silence Of Our Pains To The Bottom Of Our Chosen Despair. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i don't really know
if i have finally refined this and that
as it all depends on how you
simmer it with your slow savorings
of who and what i am and could be in those
coming seasons,

am i soft sunlight to your face?
am i the moon gleam to your eyes?
am i a river to your ears?
am i a feather to your hair?

i don't really know now
what with this distance that
stretches itself beyond the realms
of our dreams?

we have descended to the level of the
seas bottom
in the silence of our pains to the
bottom of our chosen despair.