The White Stone
Once in time though times now gone,
My chest displayed a space,
Empty though it surely was,
A beat was captured in this place.
My head a bowl for blinded joy,
My face cracked in a smile,
Eyes that opened just for you,
Could not detect the guile.
I do not dance or sing or glow,
And yet I do still dream.
Here I can’t escape from you,
I cannot even scream.
Invading every sense I have,
Are you just never through?
Consuming all that I have left,
And filling every shred with you.
Every moment that we’ve had,
Each memory is dear,
Flies away then back to us,
Around a life sustaining sphere.
What goes around must return,
So I await that day,
An avalanche of times gone by,
To take my shattered life away.
One more kiss, no words to say,
And yet I lingered still,
Sadness eating me away,
Oh how I’d wished my thoughts could kill.
And here I stand a figment still,
Without a moment’s rest,
Taking one more selfish glance.
I feel the knife poised at my chest.
(2013)
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