Poem 65, Absenses
dark empathy
Registrant
If I asked a question, of a dancing fairy, would she punish or reward.
Or is magic just capricious, just a common cruelty, with the power of a word.
Still I'd ask that question, have I met my angel, and can what's done stay behind,.
But I'm so afraid, that comits burn to brightly, and once found is what I cannot find.
and yet I know you love me, But is what I have to offer, any kind of fair exchange.
The words that welled like fountains, now all seem so uncertain, and the skys are soft and strange.
I find I'm quickly crying, and this is unfamiliar, I'm so used to tears from loss,
I'm trying to write a poem, with nothing but a rythm, just plane words without a cost.
So I'll just say I love you, though I know you know it, inadequate just to say.
Yet if you were beside me, I'd not need the words between us, just hold your hand in silence against the tideless breaking and reforming of day.
I miss you.
Or is magic just capricious, just a common cruelty, with the power of a word.
Still I'd ask that question, have I met my angel, and can what's done stay behind,.
But I'm so afraid, that comits burn to brightly, and once found is what I cannot find.
and yet I know you love me, But is what I have to offer, any kind of fair exchange.
The words that welled like fountains, now all seem so uncertain, and the skys are soft and strange.
I find I'm quickly crying, and this is unfamiliar, I'm so used to tears from loss,
I'm trying to write a poem, with nothing but a rythm, just plane words without a cost.
So I'll just say I love you, though I know you know it, inadequate just to say.
Yet if you were beside me, I'd not need the words between us, just hold your hand in silence against the tideless breaking and reforming of day.
I miss you.
