SOLIPSISTIC by IT (ML)

If I fall toward an opaque future,
quietly questioning the coursing surges in vein,
and forsake time and space
to again be with her, will choices be undone?
With a whim lives remade.
As illusions are rebuilt, reality crumbles,
and past dissolves with the wind.
Time unfolds.
I find her waiting in the most turbulent depths of dreams.
A line in the sand returns to her, and
the dark veil of air covers desires,
but there they are clear...damasked romantics,
and the ephemeral resolve of her face.
Her love becomes no more than a whisper,
solace and solitude become my ravens,
flying, swirling irritants of what could be.
A false promise of hope... of love... of water to the dying man,
yet it is nothing more than a drop of rain in the ocean;
a petal in a valley of lillies.
Unmistakable.
Unforgettable.
Untouchable....
And so I return... alone ...to the stasis of being,
to the peace of no promises, no hope, no love...
just living.


Namaste.