Softness
Somehow, drowned by the rays,
I see you
standing like the flame of flames
burning the sadness that coats the atmosphere,
melting the ice caps of time and
blowing the pyres into dormancy
from which I was made and formed into me;
a cold brush of black and gray against the autumn canvas.
Although at times this burning in me matches yours
and although at times it becomes solvent to you,
I know that it remains;
a part of me that is entwined by your sweetness,
And loving each and every word that shatters
the disturbing silence that wraps my inner peace.
And yet I hurt with every sweetness,
like the piercing words of parting,
and the troubled gaze locked within those orbs.
Bitter-sweet is the music of this love
trapped in the very core of hopelessness.
Had I any strength left for this then,
there should have been the courage to say
my heart's true lyric
I love you
But I had not the strength nor the voice to.
Whereas you wished for comfort,
I longed to be he who likens the waves,
disallowing stillness and enticing movement.
I hid behind the folds of the earth,
recoiled against the sand and longed for
none of it!
And at the same time
ached to hold you closer and closer still.
And not long after, the rays died
and with it the warmth that had pricked my skin.
And so as darkness crept silently from the four corners
I longed for the aching warmth, the piercing rays
and that smile that conjures my inner being.
