LOVE-LOST AND EMPTY.
Love-lost and empty.
I tier of the same grey featureless marks.
The ceiling no longer interests me,
I would like to see a face there once again instead.
It has been too long a wait, I am sure an age has passed,
Towers have erected, spurting forth life
Only to be dragged back, crying, into sad rivers of there own debris.
And what of these rivers? Changing course, upwards,
Have come, have went,
Have flowed, have conquered,
It has been too, too long.
Sometimes I dream of your eye
moist and warm,
Beckoning to me with its weeping lids,
How wonderful, I suspect.
Another time, I may dream of the mountains,
the valleys, we could share
I shall explore as you relax in the sensation of my knowledge.
It has been too, too long.