By a still white ghostly light
I sit and write
of insequential thought and hightlights
wondering where you are tonight.
What peaks your thoughts at random
for my thoughts of you I cannot abandon
or over run
but for sure, I'm becoming undone.
There is no genesis
to make sense of this.
In a way to describe my growing bliss
is to experience the compete anthithesis,
Of feeling dead inside
of being denied
I'm in plain sight but I hide
On your horizon far and wide.
What becomes of this, I don't know
I'm just going with the flow
and let this river carry me
out to love's deep blue sea.
And then maybe
as I float supine
you will toss me
a life line.
But until then,
that's how I feel
Another rehearsal
for the day that it's real.
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