grasping at the past, heavy of heart
and shocked; paralyzed
wishing for wings,
to fly in my dreams,
find that castle in the sky
travel through the vortices
of interconnected minds
there, you, I’d find,
my world divine
my love, accosted
ever lost
my muse
who’s left behind
and
forever shifting is the heart
ever yet never drawn apart
so bound are we
o, me to thee
such (pressed in pressure)
encounters brief
like lightning in my mind’s eye
to see the air electrified
whenever your eyes meet mine
hovering; swimming in ethereal fluid
surging with infinity’s energies
yet
arching in my back
a miasma of light
erupting from the heart
out of the eyes
stranded, abandoned
drifting in the void
crippled
by the weight of indiscretion
longing
for such loves forever lost
such levity intrinsically bestowed upon me
whence coalescence splits bereft
by weight of evanescent fate
and there is nothing left
not love nor hate
am I too late?
am I too late?