Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Bit More Than This

Last when I polished boots of travel
Old memories then came unraveled
Of tread and treks and roads I’ve hobbled
To only wince and gaze past my shoulder
And stare directly into abyss
So I ask myself, where is forever, is it only this.


Last when I loved a dove
Of eyes and breasts I craved her love
An effervesces of magnificence
Sent me floating clouds above
In my ears she whispered,
In the bed she warmed,
And I closed my eyes and wished forever
Dreamed a dream which seemed so cleaver
But in the end I asked myself, is it only this.


Last when I dared another path
I saw my future where others laughed
with thoughts that pondered speciously
I drifted back toward memories
To watch my world pass amicably
As though it were enough
Now in my future I see death,
And blow her my sweet kiss
So now I’ve come to ask myself, it is only this.


Last when I felt her raw full passion
I knew I was obsessed
She reached across an ocean
She fluttered through the sky
With her I could forget myself
All time was just our pet
So when I knew she flew from me
My heart bid that world adieu
Though my eyes still seem to look
I now seemed to lose my wish
And now I see forever, so is it only this.


Last when I opened my deepest place
I worried it was hallow
I filled it full of kisses
And partially with love
But when I opened it again
I found that it was shallow;



So in the end I ask myself
How I’ve lived, how I’ve felt
Now in my last forever,
Past my only wish
Where did I lose my way back home?
Is it only this.