This Is What I Really Mean Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i said to the wind
do not enter and try this sordid game

i did not mean that it must go away
and leave me here

struggling for another breath
grappling for something to hold

a pole, a stalk, a twig, a tree
imagining the beauty of the sea and a blue boat

the sun at noon and the moon sickle on the sky
why do you always misunderstand

my quest for reaching something far away from me
like a star so distant from my wishes?

when i said do not enter i mean it
watch me and be with me do not touch me

i am fragile as a new born rat
pink and helpless and so lovely

i should have told you i need you please
stay and sing me again the silence of your dreams