Stretched...
When is it too much……Life, love, peace, chaos, hatred, strife….
These six appose each other.. dynamic, opposite, different…
One pulls on the other, yet one cannot be without the other…
The night draws closer. The curtain closes.
The day has ended, the dusk is upon me.
Gone is the glory of light and hope…
Stretched thin as air.. waiting to collapse upon myself.
My soul pains, my heart yearns.
This depth of despair,
This cry of pain,
This life with no hope,
This lack of peace.
Tears and loneliness are my companions.
A river I have cried,
Yet the dam is still full.
The emptiness that surrounds me,
The meaningless of one more day.
The birds sing to none,
The insects search alone.
The wind blows through the boroughs,
The echoes of ages resonate through my heart.
I yearn to love, to rest, to lay in peace.
Your bosom,
Your caress,
The rhythmic beating of your heart,
The steady rise and fall of your chest as you draw in your breath.
Hold me one last night.
Caress my hair.
Tell me one last time, how
It will be alright, how
The pain will disperse, how
You love me, how
You miss me, how
You yearn for my touch,
My caress,
My bosom,
The steady beating of my heart,
The steady rise and fall of my chest as I draw in my breath.