junneo
Joined: 03 Aug 2004
Posts: 4
Location: somewhere beneath U.K. airspace and my own.
|
Waiting for recognition.
My hand rests on empty bedded space,
cold, void and not yet filled.
I wait for the body that will house my love,
long ago lost in some past life,
where death stole her from me or me from her.
Does she too think of me daily, questioning who I am?
What physical exchange I'v made?
What life I have on this tiny pore of mothers skin?
I so long to know the time, the place, the day of our meeting,
doubted often but I cannot afford the price of bluff
and not wait my seven seconds.
Will I know you by recognition,
only to fumble an embarrassed introduction?
Will you do the same? _________________ Time was away and somewhere else, there were two glasses, two chairs and two people with one pulse.....Louis Macniece.
Humility is no substitue for a good personality......Fran Lebowizt
|