at year's end, remembrances captured on the still water glass
of my well preserved faculty, echo in the manner of visions
unto the fragmented depths of my dual faceted mind's eye.
I. The First Facet
in chestnut hue, majority of that inner iris,
play acts of an eagerly sought after awakening,
devised into scenes where each individual longing,
and its token response, is given character and speech.
KISS [
murmuring in discreet tones, yearningly]
where might the ready path to fulfillment be
amid such wanting avenues, will ever i see
a sparing of my year long misery?
RESPONSE [
reassuringly]
your lips contentment will be granted by mine
in those unseen lanes i'll garnish with rose and vine,
sip for sip our breath will entwine.
TOUCH [
searching for meaning in articulated thought]
o, how wondrous it seems in speculation,
true embrace, the consummation,
but is there truth in that declaration?
RESPONSE [
persuasively]
question not my intent,
each communion will solely be meant
to bring you respite from the twelvemonth ascent.
HEART [
tensely, breathlessly excited]
know, that all i have ever searched for
is a place where i might slip blithely through the door
that has kept my wings jaded and forgotten them how to soar.
RESPONSE [
affirmatively]
i am that place which you seek,
i am that place through which you will sneak,
i am that which will bring light to what was once bleak.
II. The Second Facet
in tones of moonless night, are found grim brush strokes,
predictable disenchantment, despite all that was exchanged,
which lingers callously upon the canvas of my being,
for the kiss which was denied me
through four seasons of waiting.
Image: A Sunlit Glade by Léon Germain Pelouse
Words Much Like Poetry
