Fallen
Fallen
Dear Friend
It is always hard, knowing where or how to begin
you are so far away
and words cannot replace your faces
I miss you with these words
they do not replace your talk back
those expression you make when understanding friendship
and the collaborations of smiles
these words just leave me some how
blank
My dear friends
these days, recent, I feel somehow empty
recently, it seems I don't know how to express
my heart in all its impetuousness reflects devoided
for some reason
perhaps my heart is broken
but why
I fell in love
But I cannot carry this love in my fingers
or touch the fragrant diaphanous
or break upon the skin; any kind of meaning
what am I to do
with this barking dog which breaks my concentration
and leaves me replete, replete, yes
but so vacant
so buried
So, my friends, I turn to you and ask
what am I to do
I have discovered in words
the multitude of hearts and experience
the light of different perception
and fellow souls searching for answers
have brought me their wisdom
but I cannot contend
with this silence
this cramping back of inabilities expressed
happiness and love left only to wish
Fall in love I did
And I find a weakness in me drives to
capitulate
stands on a strength; I never knew I had
leaves me numb in exhausted out flowing ideals
have deemed to suck me dry
at the present point, pointless
but brings me back to the essence
of a first written scriptures truth
and should I succumb
should I fall
forever more
what then
My dear Friend
but in love; I fell and I fall
Of late, there seems no response
not well enough to mark
or transcribe the earnest compassion I find in you
I seem incapable; shell like
but rather be harnessing the storm
and bellowing wild
and cannot
I fell in love
And through my heart this love remains
redoubtable and torn
broken by fate and ill-considered
relinquished by the contest of my soul
l Love her
And in her I constantly
Fall
What my friend, if anything, am I to do
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