musings on light

how could they know?

this glimpse into the heart of us-

a window to the places warmer

than who you are to me now,

in the chapel of our discontent…

your discontent…

my in ability to be what you needed me to be

for you to be who you could never be

so we could agree on nothing.

 

all these glowing meditations on…

maybe on light but nothing else…

chokes me with splinters

where words once breathed

and smelled of winter.

 

(C) r. l. elke