*It will never be clear to me,
If stars have shadows,
Or was it the deep, dark night
Altogether, proud
Of its profundity?
If so, then
Why do I wait for you, you,
Who turbulently loved me?
How come each of my night
Has to be for star-gazing,
And yours an early sleep?
Why do I bother,
Staring
At your closed eyes?
Tell me, why do I dream
Ahead of you,
Miles, lightyears,
A future away?
Love, perhaps, is a journey
To contentment. It is either
I am looking for it, or, with hope,
Finding someone
Who will be contented
With what I have.
So, If I will do this, bravely,
Just this, just this one kiss,
Will you kiss me back?
Because if you do, dearest,
With an impenitent sweetness,
Then I would be running out of queries,
And it will all go down
To one last question, graceful,
Unfurling,
Which I’d rather not ask,
That I’d rather leave answered.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
*It will never be clear to me,
If stars have shadows,
Or was it the deep, dark night
Altogether, proud
Of its profundity?
If so, then
Why do I wait for you, you,
Who turbulently loved me?
How come each of my night
Has to be for star-gazing,
And yours an early sleep?
Why do I bother,
Staring
At your closed eyes?
Tell me, why do I dream
Ahead of you,
Miles, lightyears,
A future away?
Love, perhaps, is a journey
To contentment. It is either
I am looking for it, or, with hope,
Finding someone
Who will be contented
With what I have.
So, If I will do this, bravely,
Just this, just this one kiss,
Will you kiss me back?
Because if you do, dearest,
With an impenitent sweetness,
Then I would be running out of queries,
And it will all go down
To one last question, graceful,
Unfurling,
Which I’d rather not ask,
That I’d rather leave answered.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
