Poem – “A Starved Word of Longing” – 4/19/2023

Dressed contemptibly,
with eyes, drawn at eyelids,
artfully sown
into blindness – as you are
dreaming of gardens,

watering your heart
with facelessness.

A note, from history’s coldness
will keep you open, for more,

as to carelessness, to all
that you can afford,

I keep you waiting there,
folding pages, finding pauses
amidst musical sheets.

As you fade, as you wade
across rivers where your reflection
gets carried away,

I will be across another gap,
for I cannot find meaning
in taking your familiar path.

Live, in rise of your ashes,
drowning among oceans,
saving your scenes,
for someone else’s
matching sickness.

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