Between the Lines
In Memories Only
In the silence of the reign
forever whispers, yesterdays moments
when you saved me with touch,
danced me with joy, kissed me with warmth,
unfelt for too long a time.
Those days removed from me again,
leave me, love of mind, to fade into the hands
of darkness, as the sun sets and the chill rises,
forcing me to bathe in memories only.
We chanced upon each other,
with no regrets, skin deep in feel,
but I, in love with your depth.
I rise to you each morn,
enlightened by thoughts,
illusion or not, guiding me
with familiarity, disciplined
though never punished, just tamed
to elevate, refine my life.
We are so different yet so alike,
living in a world of non-acceptance.
I have been drafted, diagramed, outlined,
scrawled in imperfection. I am the interim,
the intermission of life's act.
I am suspended, hanging by a thread, waiting,
wondering how long I must dangle, before...
To and fro, I swing, living in uncertainty,
in constant ramble, and with each twitch of eye,
each strained cough, I reach inside me
to expel the poison that has marked me invisible
to a cure. I am defaced, spoiled,
slowly decomposing and I fear...
nature will win out.
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."