The Last Mile - Poem by Barry Blander
Here I sit, late at night, bones languish.
But I know somewhere, your voice melodiously peals, morning church bells
I wonder, will it ever end, this dolorous anguish
But I glance at your face in my heart, and know that therein your indomitable spirit dwells.
I long to be swept away in your riptides of desire
But am fearful to climb the next rung on the ladder
Afraid of falling when you could wing me ever so much higher
And on my cell window, rain beats steadily, pitter-patter.
How can I endure this smothering dark, this incessant pain?
You are nearer to me than my heartbeat, yet so far...
I slash open my soul and there seeps out the crimson blood's stain
And sadly I know no way to overleap the bar.
Yet, if you turn to me with your sweet, golden smile
Will free me from these confining prison walls
Swear I would walk a thousand till I came to the last mile
And once there, in your arms uncloak myself of these blackest palls.
Because as night is black and day suffused with light
I know love shall surely prevail
So let the stars blind me and deprive me of sight
Your eyes, luminescent, will guide me out of this jail.
And white will become black and black become white
And black will blot into deeper black and white will deepen into deeper white.
Thus, the eternal circle endlessly turns
But for you my passion on a wheel blazes and burns.
Come, let us open this prison door
And cling to each other in the rain ever more.
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