Flashes of the past
Flashes of the past
Our eyes met,
and she looked into mine
searching for a stranger
in me.
The familiar
floats persistently
blocking the search
for the unknown..
I fail yet again
to slip into wilderness.
Hazy glimpses
cannot clear my mind;
she is in pain, I know.
I am not alone
trying to change the past,
it flashes across her mind too.
Our lives drifted away
in a trance..
I no longer
touch her soul,
feel her fragrance;
I no longer
seek the sea of her presence.
She is bleeding away
merging
into another world
with each passing day.
The warm air from the window
darkens my pain
the sweltering darkness of my room
smells of unquenched passion.
The air will cool down
and those moments with her
will float
and vanish
through the humid night..
I have lost
the power to cry
the courage to ask for something
that was never mine.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
