Cold Water
Cold
water flows clean in the darkness hidden from the sun
Through
time hollowed rock under the world of superficial life,
Carrying
subterranean bodies blind and alien
Through
the unmappable maze of beneath.
I
have endured the revelation in the middle of the night.
I
understand the darkness suddenly becoming light
As
I see you sitting giddy at the table with your friends
Bouncing
excited and pulling back as the conversation rises and falls.
What
am I to do with this social situation?
How
can I enter into this exclusive flirtation?
I
stop your eye and become your subject for a moment.
This
is as close to perfection as I have ever been.
Could
I withstand the commentary of the Chosen?
Would they think I am worthy of sharing their scene?
To manage expectations, are you owned? Is that your price —
The
many faceted ornament on your hand?
Are
you property secured by that allotropic band?
Can
you walk at will or do you go with the land?
I
need to know this is more than a dream.
I
need to know what you will do
If
I kneel to tell you who I am
And
what I would like to be for you.
I
may not contradict you, correct you, or instruct you — else the magic will
cease to be.
I
can only follow and support you without question and with unsecured desire.
You
are the one — you sailed by on a splendid sea
As
I watched you circle the mist laden horizon
And
enter for a moment the world that I try to understand.
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