Without you he is lost;
His mind searches for an answer,
His thoughts falling into narrow, twisted tunnels
Of what ifs and what should have beens.
Without you his lips are a desert,
And his heart a tundra. To him it is all the same:
Vast, desolate land. A stagnant nothingness,
Haunted by shapeless shadows.
Without you he is betrayed
By the swathes of shimmering stars in the
depths of the cosmos – by the notion
that everything was possible, that the universe was good.
Without you he cannot tell
The difference between human touch
And the searing sensation of a white-hot branding iron.
(Which leaves a mark, and which hurts more?)
Because without you he is lost,
A single alien species floating in the clouds
Above rolling hills and sprawling meadow,
Bone-dry canyons and ancient forests,
And snowy peaks and stormy seas.
Miles above the earth he may find quiet,
But he never will find peace.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
Without you he is lost;
His mind searches for an answer,
His thoughts falling into narrow, twisted tunnels
Of what ifs and what should have beens.
Without you his lips are a desert,
And his heart a tundra. To him it is all the same:
Vast, desolate land. A stagnant nothingness,
Haunted by shapeless shadows.
Without you he is betrayed
By the swathes of shimmering stars in the
depths of the cosmos – by the notion
that everything was possible, that the universe was good.
Without you he cannot tell
The difference between human touch
And the searing sensation of a white-hot branding iron.
(Which leaves a mark, and which hurts more?)
Because without you he is lost,
A single alien species floating in the clouds
Above rolling hills and sprawling meadow,
Bone-dry canyons and ancient forests,
And snowy peaks and stormy seas.
Miles above the earth he may find quiet,
But he never will find peace.
