My love, imagined or not
I only have a little light,
The rest is you. I’m mainly
Darkness without despair.
That’s not true, my
Despair is not knowing you. Though
My darkness empty, Enigma
Penetrates with bright vitality,
To become the wind, a ray
Of light, a cawing crow,
In dark of night. I feel freedom,
The curiosity, childlike. Are you the love
Of my life or the greatest mystery,
Failing to be grasped with my flimsy
Mind. I can’t contain you but,
In my empty times you do fill,
Me with the cosmos miniaturized.
There are moments when all is good.
So good. But then I take a step
To the right or left and I’m
In a forest without a trail. Blocked
By poison ivy and the fear of bears.
If I knew for certain that you exist,
Would that belittle you? You know
How unappreciative I can be.
It’s the wondering that keeps me
Longing. Regardless, it’s the light,
The heat the energy and flight,
That is the rapture. You are the
Love of my life, even if only imagined.