The perils of being an optimist
Is bearing more disappointment
The insufferable pregnant pause
Between reality and expectations
Is only a This World problem
The perils of being an optimist
Is bearing more disappointment
The insufferable pregnant pause
Between reality and expectations
Is only a This World problem
Dived into the murky waters
Held your ankles pushed you out
Before me float downstream
Clear pools channel into the sea
While lying languishing in
A trail of disturbed waters
Forget-me-nots floating
Sediment settling
Ebbs and eddies circling around
Waiting for the tide
To wash me down.
I ought to tell you
I am not in love
And never was
Not what it seems
You ought to know
Since you proposed
It is more than that.
– MM
Come cling to me like mist scented trees
Thou scattered droplets absorbed, restored
Fount o’er leaf tips to forest floor
Endlessly nourished ‘fore scorching breeze
cold dark hard stone / compressed ages / crazy love / diamond shine.
Piled dry parched / under barren sky / delinquint spark rests / beside ignite.
Illuminable reside / rest surrender / hide.
Fuel pile high / heavy dry / coerce embers / elated fly.
Buried ash Wednesday / live breathe / fanned funneled / exalted hearth high.
Relentless Westerly / battered antique bones / breathe weary / rugged stone hill.
Shines its testament / from stain glass sill / to living room throne / cast iron will.