Friday, May 27, 2011
Trembling At The Brim
So much to ask
So much to say
And yet, nothing will be asked
Nothing will ever be said.
One, more cruel than the other
Will be borne in silence
By two beings made of the same soul
That have just found each other.
As they stand on either side of a chasm
A foot wide,
But an abyss deep,
Tears and words,
Breaths and bloods
Rise to fill the brim of their beings,
Eager to spill, to flow and mix,
And become one soul again;
But hold back and tremble
Forever at the brim
For the waters of custom
Are rising in the chasm below,
Intimidating their advancing steps.
Above the waters, a sky of silence prevails
Between two storm-filled hearts.
A sprout is stifled and smothered,
Just as it has taken it's first breath of life.
Elsewhere the world extols and applauds
The goodness and divinity of true love.