in moments unexpected,
my:
body leaves the room
inhibitions seep into the floor
thoughts step away slowly
surroundings feel miles away.
and
my
soul
weeps and weeps and weeps
(for all the words caught in my throat
for the thoughts too big to push away
for painted smiles and faithless eyes
for everyone who fails to notice me drowning).
no moment goes un-dry
until i'm drained,
only in preparation for the next spell of sadness.

Blindness haunts the king who seeks
In vain do riches question
- but-
A beggar with a poor man's coat
Receives the greatest wisdom.

We, of sound and sturdy mind
Sniff rich bouquets of vanity
-but-
Fine wine is pressed by she who raves
Her hems stained with insanity.

Old men would have learn'd much
Had they been thus styl'd
-and-
There are no wiser phrases brought

Than those of a child.

When the lost cannot be found
And the forgotten disappear without a sound

and without her ~
you will never be whole.