Sunday, March 12, 2017

Who did he touch, who did he know?



I hear the voice
that claims my name
invisible being
one and the same
Who is this man?
Where did he go?
Who did he touch?
Who did he know?

The end comes closer
with each word I write
as every last breath
drifts into the night
it hangs above 
stays out of sight
I feel its shadow
I sense its bite.

So many tomorrows
that never came 
faces and touches
never the same 
Passions noble
intimacy sublime
now nothing but air
strange dreams of mine.

Regrets overflowing
no longer proud
songs effervescent
never sung aloud
rain upon rooftops
stubborn grey cloud
a fleeting lifetime
of love disallowed.

Elusive dreams
we kept alive
in melodic echoes
without compromise
serene blue water
calling no more 
the past disappears
behind the last door.

Lift me up slowly
through the faint light
across the dark borders
that hide in the night
reaching for something
so misunderstood
wishes I wanted
a wish that I could.

I hear the voice
that claims my name
invisible being
one and the same
Who is this man?
Where did he go?
Who did he touch?

Who did he know?