Somewhere in the difference
The chirp of nine hours-
I am losing you.
My visit to the moon
Is my fault, you say.
But in the silence your face, a tender blush -
Reminds me that your heart
(so fickle)
will go to another
If I am not right there to
Watch you endure your life.
In mine, the beauty of love
Reduced to one word
One frame of mind that others see,
Is fickle,too.
My love, expressed, has silence.
For one who champions
the beauty, gorgeous-
chocolate-filled
sumptuous, riotous words
I am without
And I am on a one way ship
sailing into space
Tethered, precariously
From your earth.
It is my fault (you say)
that I'm closer to the moon.
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Comments
An eerily beautiful image...am musing on the words. If you want a passenger........I might be available. :)
jmac~ How insightful!! I have to agree...
Ande~ I wrote this right after reading your post, which was PERFECTION today!
Scanner~ I fear you have hit the nail on the head. Our children are never ours...as Gibran says, "And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you..."
Erica~ Thank you for your absorption of the hurtful point....
Mary~ As always, thank you for reading!!