Disputing the Negative Distance
by doreen peri
Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-18 15:10:00
~ Disputing the Negative Distance ~
No-one can wait forever, there just isn’t that much time,
and often ends of dusted dreams will bleed past the sublime —
so I must keep my timing tight within accepted spheres
and pray words parted from my lips are met with open ears.
I don’t know why lost moments die behind a veil of grey,
but through the missing seconds, there are hopes to find a way.
Perhaps our paths will lead to something on the edge of sweet,
allowing us discovery with treasures past complete.
Intrinsic words are spoken on the threshold of inquire
and all of us are walking ‘top of tightropes on a wire.
There’s some things said by words in tune with hearts deplete of love,
but some are reminiscent of the spirit from above.
Yes, there are times when none of us can ever have control,
though each entreats the other to fulfill a vacant hole.
But I will always blend you deep within the end of start,
while losing not a missing piece connected with apart.
No, none of this is fair – there’s twistings off a loss, oblique!
It’s true, I am embarrassed that I’m even here to speak.
I’m leaning off a distant spire conceived with our accrue,
while paralyzed, my open eyes view all that I must do.
I watch the candle flicker while reflecting off a screen
and yearn for future remedies, far past the spark and gleen.
I meet myself upon the glare of stark reality,
so sure I’ve known the you of you while you’ve known all of me.
Some sunsets sink too solemn behind mountains near a lake,
and people sometimes wonder if they’ve made a grave mistake.
But I can tell you now, without a hesitation, none,
that many lose the bliss dismissed when something real is won.
There’s no exceeding magnitudes which can erase commit.
Our memory is permenant since we’re inside of it.
And so we must be focused in the hold upon what’s true,
embracing recollections of the me entwined with you.
There’s nothing that can keep the pace of love that is inspired
from holes and holds within our souls and rapture that is fired
with passionate enveloping the all that futures bring –
with retrospect entrenched within while melodies will sing.
So don’t go sad without me now, there’s nothing I’ve withheld
within the world which we have shared, a course which has been quelled,
because there wasn’t any choice, we both know this is so.
There are no simple answers in the listen and the know.
The things that you have written me, sincerity once faced
all wrapped into a letter – honest passioned, upper case –
endear me to you, fast within a vision past the start
of hopes remiss in liquid dreams that dare to fall apart.
Tomorrows rise upon horizons pushed beyond between,
intrique the dusk of what has happened, all we’ve shared and seen.
We don’t know future’s destiny – we blindly seek our way.
All we can do is hold on to the edges of dismay.
So let us not, with negative dull distance of anon
pursue the dreams that cannot hold tomorrow or hang on.
The best that we can do is praise the journey with forgive –
hold love within in folds of peace while we go on to live.
I’ll always love you – poetry is seeping from my heart
but there’s no action that can bind the way between apart.
So as it is, there’s nothing now that either we can do –
but know that we are joined in something past the true of true.
(c) doreen peri
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