but it seems the meter changed and what i didn't register was, that rising tempest would settle into numbing pain
and, my love,
it just wasn't strong enough
it could not see you through the storm
it could not ease you
and like a ship at sea bulwark buffeted and tossed about mast seized and cracked...
my heart flutters, bleeds and breaks ...ripped apart, in two
.one half me -- one half you.
and winter settles darkly throughout this watery plain
and we, we do not swim or sink
we remain opposed frozen in space destined to go no further.
and it would be better, if we could part, go in opposite directions and start amoebically anew --
yet here we are - stuck - -two halves of one whole; -two opposing beats stopped. given only time to ponder:
how do i unwrap my heart and you ease your fears before this coldness goes deeper? -closing over thoughts -closing over emotions where nothing can warm us
or do we settle, as we now are, and opposed lovers remain...
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a silent whisper travels over seas and calls: 'there is no logic
in love there are only hearts where one heart and one brain do not equal the same as two hearts joined as one...'
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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz