| Written: NOV 12, 2003 |
Standing on the precipice
With a single vision of you
Tormenting me deeply, too deep.
As avalanches aim to shake me
Break me apart under their grief;
Disintegrating the foundations,
Crumbling like so much chalk.
In this weakness I dream,
And though I’ll last not the hour’s half,
I conjure you before me.
Richly gorgeous in your horrific splendor,
Come to shun me, make me want for winds.
This image scours my loves,
Leaving only unjust rewards,
And barring me, river to the elements.
The gentle truths hit me,
So much like the puff of spreading dandelions,
Scattering to the four points, alive once more…
