Of my bold adoration
There remains - a certain -
Slant of Truth
That teases the Sun’s notice
With its retreat to solitude
And - advancements deeper - Within
I still admire her
Even if the six feet
Of silence between us
Blurries my restraint
And holds my thoughts - Aloft
Away - from grasping reach
I Cannot see a better way
To rejoin my own
That plunge straining with impetuosity
That dive that’s bound for Death
The train horn - hollers - overhead
The ropes they bind my flesh to steel
My heart considers this - and then
Resumes her steady throb
And dastardly hurries on
With nary a glance behind
To peer at it - from growing distance
That thought of expiration
Total adoration
Simply holds my head from burning temptation
The possible return to her soothing voice
Taunts my steadily descending mind
And keeps my soul - Alive.
