I do not know where
To put this feeling
Reeling me from heel to toe
The throes of woe
How it cradles the flow
Between madness and serenity

It is she I see
In the momentary flicker
Of the candle in the moonlight
Tightening the noose
On the neck piece
Sunk so deep into my being

With the seeing
That will not relent
It pulls the meaning
Of repentance
From the bottom of my heart
Then turns the start to finish
In the space I do not know

Diminishing my demeanour
To a crumpled state of something
Much akin to peaceful nothing
That keeps the words from gushing
From my finger tips
Tracing lip to hip from memory
In vein to find my way

Back to the feeling
Back to that single day
When the fire burned so hard
It broke that facade of loneliness
Then birthed the bard inside anew
In lieu of that sacred connection

There is no direction
To this sentiment
But the sediments of memory
Have crushed my heart
Have severed me
So I may look apart at mine a while

To tend the sterile yard
In which she has laid the seed
To colour love's intention
Watch the garden grow to breathe
Which branch will she decide to rest on?
Which roots will follow?
Which direction?
They say that patience is a virtue
We will have to wait and see
One day