Friday, January 09, 2009

Eternal Return

The unbearable lightness of being...
I feel no pressure.
I feel no pain.
I dream no endings
just breathe today.

And I feel you say
"Don't go...
let your breath
fill my well
with sighs
and touch my thirst
with scents of green and white."

And you say these things
and you say these things
and you say these things
perhaps not to me.

I want you.
I don't want you.
I'll take you.
I'll leave you.
I know you.
I never knew you.
And this
is where we are.
All desire from afar.
Forbidden stars
gazed upon
on clearer nights
when the breath
hangs
frozen
between earth and sky
where final notes
in Ludwig's head
are not heard
but are not dead
a masterpiece
just
out
of reach
of the maestro.

1 comment:

ms.e said...

As always, I am impressed with how well written this is and for what I see in it.
"where final notes
in Ludwig's head
are not heard
but are not dead
a masterpiece
just
out
of reach..."

So good.