Sunday, March 12, 2017

Who is this man?

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 every word I write
as every deep breath
drifts into the night
then hangs above
staying out of sight
I feel its shadow
I sense its bite.

Love is the warmth
she shared with me
a face and a touch
never meant to be
Passion noble
intimacy sublime
nothing but air
strange vision of mine.

Regrets overflowing
no longer proud
songs effervescent
never heard aloud
rain against windows
falls from a cloud
a fleeting lifetime
of love disallowed.

Elusive dream
I keep alive
in melodic echoes
without compromise
serene blue water
distant 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?