Who am I? No one, A dreamer with unfulfilled Dreams, bursting the seams.
Tears threaten to throw, All the plans, carefully made, Into fading shade.
I think I write But sometimes it seems The words write me, Searching out my heart, soul, Tearing me to shreds, making whole. Words are precious existence, Love distilled for meaning – Making clear the gleaning Of was, is, will be In almost captured dreams; Streams laden with hope – Wild flames catching time Setting sentences to rhyme, Only tell, what is the line, Am I it, or is it mine?
The chasm between Depression and living Can be a world Where Every heartbeat Measures a step Forward or behind. There Is no catching up Only characters speaking Lines unrehearsed; Smiles Borrowed from clowns Who laugh upon call Of immense misfortune. Unseen The stars wield Bright, unfiltered light Yet denied sight, hope Sky Naked, lost, love departed, But reaching again Capturing through will Enough To rearrange depression Reclaim hope, dreams, Love, in particular, completion.
The sum comes after An equation of tears, laughter Brought to life despite Ravenous shadows swallowing light Where theorems invade aimless days Unknowing destinations carried ways Changes tempting, taking, come Lead adding, subtracting, become Total in language, lines, words Creating was, is, shall be – LOVE, worlds.
The sum remembered Passion igniting embers, love rendered Beyond precious, incalculable treasure Living plus/minus time, decanting pleasure Hearts collect hearts with compelling voices Of complex completions, inevitable choices Each life, every: when, where, why, how, Compiling decorated dreams now, somehow, Reaching beyond obscuring variables Roaring lion-like – truths invaluable.
Steps appropriate, each solution, not mistaken Life enlightens with overwhelming LOVE, unshaken.