Untitled #53 / the World That Awaits Me
“The world that awaits me”
as I set down the book, look up
my eyes are drawn to my love like the Void
innocent, lying reading in the grass
under the shadow of the next tree
a sunbeam yet smiles its love upon her face
and the soft breeze now kisses her hair, but she
pays no heed, spares no thought, no pain for me
our lives were intertwined by fate for three weeks
(Oh! Sweet eternity!)
until I poured out for her the contents of my heart
she jarred it all up and gave me nothing but “No”
now emptiness creeps in to replace emptiness
Open, my soul! Be filled with the band music
pounding from the parking lot, drink
from the rustling trees dripping music like wine,
breathe in the autumn air we share
on this one day of Eternity, even as
our hearts drift apart, to find other storms,
never again to be united under the sun.
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