Confession
I never knew what to do.
I always needed
to be told.
It all ways felt as if I had no soul;
And could not understand
how others knew.
This anguish like dark cancer
eats my core;
And those who said they loved me
just refused
To lead me to that space
where they feel sure.
SURE!
My thoughts have separated me from you
And left me on this island of my fear;
Shaking within a swirling atmosphere
In which our feeling's language
has been doomed.
You limped into my harbour
from the storm
And used my mind
repairing fore and aft.
Then off you sailed
returning at full moon
To celebrate your handling
of your craft.
I came aboard
and shared your salty wine,
But never came a whisper
from your lips
That we might kiss
upon your new found seas;
Your ship has been designed
to need no crew.
Your spirit's vessel shimmered
sails pure white
Reflect the passion
of the rising sun
For just one instant
on the sea's sharp edge
And then you disappeared
from my heart's view.
So yes, I'm left to salvage my sunk wreck.
A task alone I've feared I'd never do.
A task which you have shown me
I must choose
Through leaving me
I now know what to do.
|