Fence
Even in dreams you will
not let me come
Though time seeks to
forget our fears
And nightmares gallop
through our sleep;
I could save you if you
wanted salvation
Even so
You will not let me come
to you
I found you as one finds
adventure
Wanting--wild as a
horse--to be broken in
I sang you songs without
words
I wrote you poetry in
blood
I prayed to the gods of
love and war
And still you would not
let me run to you
You could say I should
have known
You could say I was
crazy for crossing
Too many fences
But my thoughts, far
from being still
Are winging their way
over these high walls
Coming stubborn and
willful to you
Though I know you will
not let them
KB 9/11/12
Oh, the irony...
ReplyDeleteThis one, you can feel. Hurts so good.
Winging "stubborn and willful." That is just...
Wonderful.