I WRITE TO YOU
I hear a weeping in the corner.
My thoughts, my mind,
drift down the river of wonder.
Where was I?
Was I in some dark enclosed room awaiting my love?
Was it dream?
The past is but a tear and the future the eye,
but now, I do not know now.
I see a great love lingering before my eyes,
a love that only exists in the eye.
Loneliness runs down the cheek of the empty corner
and despair with anger drops from another tear.
Blood flows across the ceiling without falling,
and I see beauty.
From another room,
I can remember a movie and my soul knows the present.
The Great Love exists today,
It is not stuck to the bubble gum of the future.
My mind cries in the fear of dementia.
The release, my love, the release, words on a page.
My lover, my love, my heart passes a great distance
in hopes of seeing you tomorrow.
I see our child, and comfort.
And I feel the Heavens and the Hell,
for I have locked myself in Purgatory.
I will see the Furies; I will see the Sun, Apollo.
But tomorrow I be with the Wood Nymphs,
but if I be without you,
I be forever lost.
