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?