like you always do. Always finding a way to melt my wax wings.
I'm nothing but stranded wolf howling at the moon.
An ape endlessely reaching for the lotus that rests on water.
Grace me with your presence, inspire me and
blow fresh breath into this dusty lung.
Listen:
I'm calling to you.
Please -- understand me.
Never has music sounded so smooth,
how easy it is to forget how to breath.
How easy it is to forget how to speak.
If I can't call to you, please listen to my eyes.
See the glint of hope that resides deeply.
Inside; there is someone deeply wanting to love.
You walk away, like you always do. Letting me fall.
Like the lone wolf, I can never fathom to touch the beautiful orb in the sky.
The lotus flower is only a reflection; yet I still year to softly caress it in my hands.
Such a terrible force it is upon a person -- to be ignored.
To be looked over and swept out.
I'm still howling at the moon.
Walk away
2 comments:
Really sad. That is how it made me feel.
Beautiful. I really can relate to it in some ways. I've had it happen more than once that someone who I valued highly in my life decided to walk out on me like I had become worthless to them, especially when I most needed them. I wrote a poem about it before with the line reaching to find no one reaching back but your poem says it so much more elegantly.
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