I am
shaken.
I'm sorry.
I really am this time
even if I don't believe it myself.
I know I have to be. How couldn't I be?
I look in your eyes and see so much misery.
I just want to undo it; want to undo myself again.
There is no easy way for me.
Bound am I to wander and return.
Like an orbiting moon,
Lost in the ethereal like a sailor destitute.
I paint my own with two brushes
I reach for one that is dark
I reach for one that is light, and then
I fall for the mixture of it's composition
So real, like the contrasting brilliance of stars at night.
It is lost; this way we dance between the lines.
In the the dusk of our own confusion.
In the forming of our minds.
I am in need of your spring.
In need of your dear warmth.
A newness like
no other.