will there be enough daylight left
on the floor of this decision,
or is this the best we can hope for
sifting through mired footsteps that still haunt,
on a cloudless midnight
as I search the heavens for a hint
for a clue,
for some semblance of reason to receive ...

I'm afraid to remember, I think
having misplaced my direction
in the soles of my shoes,
as I continue to deliberate my fate
have I completely lost my nerve?
I wonder ...

could these arms ever hold you?
will these lips ever taste
the rapture restrained in my rousing,
released now in slumber
and silenced when awake,
am I down for the count
or only now, beginning
to believe ...

05/26/2007

Posted on 05/26/2007
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