Always battling
My constant struggle,
Walking along side with a single arm
Stretched to feel the edgeness
These cobble stone dreams offer.
He says to me, "I wish I could grant you this
But you aren't there."
A longing,
If you will,
To show him happiness
Is a wall of rain
Found at hand in a fog attached horizon.
To make it be would
Be that of a token to findingly
Be submerged gracefully
Within a clear turquoise river
Dancing with specks of white.
And I,
Bare body,
In sync with serenity.
...For he, if I could make it be.
But desire he will have to posses,
And for that I know only I hold the key.
For him, always, a gatherness of words
Will make him forever swim in longing.
