Is love fraught with disbelief
echoed into a pawn of warm, textured terror
questioning
who
who wills unto themselves the agony
to suffer the mania of it all
understanding going black
once the television dies
writing no longer
how right it feels in closed books
notes, melodic words,
perfectly rhythmed
plucked silent now
the dance floor emptied
missed by the soul of a heartbeat faltering
answered with
one innocent tear quelling the disbelief
of who
even after all that
there remains a uni-
Verse of ryrthm,
Vibrating,
oscillating,
to a universal question that is hidden
in the regret of loss
of lossed lirics
Many a one has ended for less,
In the bottom of some well,
that faintly reminded of some carless whisper.
Maybe just a mere signal from a far off galaxy
in an instant to let you know
but of course it comes through muddled
with unearned sympathy.
After long.passages trough myraid of eternities like a beauty asleep in a crystal
With kisses and longed embrace by the whiff.of apined. Streams of gentle spring breezes
And return again untouched by the memory of darker days
Beautiful.