Mist Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not wish to dirty the white veil
that covers the face of the one i love

truly as i kiss the white skin, i do not wish
to shed a tear, to spoil the purity of my intentions

my heart bleeds as you say
i do not love you for how can i really love you? how can i?

i understand how the planets move, how this galaxy takes care of its course,
there shall be no change
of direction, whatever, whether the reason be


the magical love, the fantasy of being, the all-out giving with nothing left,
a love so pure equated with zero, when you give everything, when you
crumple like a leaf, when you are consumed by the strong blow
of a sigh

i have loved you all my life and i have given everything i am all for you
what more do you need of my stupidity? you are the whirlpool
sucking all that i have, and i have let it that way

for nothing.

how can you ever love me? i too ask that, and i know the answer, but
unlike the planets and the stars and the galaxy
not swayed by pain or bliss,

i know the answer and i give back what i have taken.
i give back silence, and then i bow and then i die and then i am gone.