Waiting For A Star To Fall Poem by Mona Adviento

You think you know
But never at all
the complexities of proximity.
light years between, breaths away
continents apart, a sound astray.
It matters not-the palpable sense
for more than the ephemeral guides the walk.
The irony is, with the grandest space
only the unsaid will suffice
to fill the void that builds inside.

I stand at the edge of an edifice
that stares at me with lonely eyes
unseen by the thousands that pass it by
I wonder how I shall conquer
that solitary peak on an inclined ground
to touch the lashes of this giant
and close its eyes for a mere moment
and whisper its rightful name

How tiring this stand off
With the elements eternally there
Mere mortal on the edge of forever
Do I dare challenge this long-standing reality
that limits the human to the presence and the form?

Why do we fold in the face of a gale
that blasts our senses deaf
why do we bend to destiny when
it cuts our hearts in bloody shreds?
Why do we stay
alone in the cold, bearing the brunt of forever?
Why do we love
beyond distance
beyond time
knowing how pathetically futile
the charade shall be?

As clear as the answers to the birth of the universe
as known as the mysteries of life after death
as bright as the abyss in the depths of the sea
it'll come to you
at the brink of your slumber..

DISTANCE IS RELATIVE

TIME IS A FARCE.

Ahh.. PROXIMITY...

it lives on if it must.
it shall stay- as YOU choose
-without a grasp of certainty
-without a promise of ever after
There is only YOU
and ME.