If To Touch A Star
i’ve done the math –
so close; i feel the drub,
swell of heartbeats; as one[two]
a parallel of light in my distant gaze
i’ve taken the leaps,
fell into bounds –
a night sky blurs with aches;
endless sweeps of searching,
manipulating the game of grief –
i’ve watched the infinite,
unanswerables write themselves
into your book –
the one you won’t let me read,
your answers tucked away
shaded in the permanency
walking on an invisible plank,
held on dimensional waves –
looking down into Blackness,
the cold; a huddled self,
grabbing at pages tucked into the stars,
a library of foreverness
eyes scooping in the sounds,
a silent cry –
determinant of nothings flying off a shelf
dark matter of the mind,
still seeks a clue,
depths of stars
and parallels that bind two
infinitely close –
ever so far away
This was inspired by Victoria at dVerse. We were supposed to go through our drafts, older poems that had been lost or tucked away for whatever reason and edit it. I have many in my drafts, on my desktop, lurking in folders by year. From time to time I visit them and rebirth them. Sometimes I leave them hiding where they should be. 😉
I am afraid I could not edit myself enough!
This one spun into a completely different set of words, with a little of its life still in the mix. The original was titled “Are You There?” It spiraled me into space seeking the libraries of untold stories hiding in the heavenlies. It seems no matter how much I try to stay on earth I end up in space!
Here it is I am not sure if I was finished or not.
Leaps and bounds away from You, my lifetime searching to know if You are true.
Aching and crying through the night, beckoning for what is really right.
Blackness and cold a huddled self, wanting the pages to fly off the shelf.
Your book, Your reasons, Your answers to fill, My wondering mind,
Are You there? Muffled my thoughts …