It is upon these barren pages that I find some rest,
to write and convey a thought...an emotion,
or perhaps just a jest.

Hide and seek is the curse of this heart,
contemplating the blue while reflecting the universal muse.
Like Prometheus stealing the spark of life,
only to share it with everything and all...
The heart can steal your repose,
exposing and sharing its list of pitiful flaws...

While you unwittingly hide your gaze,
roaming through your affairs; half awake - half in a daze,
the cause is never too clear,
the cure never so near.

Empty smiles and vacant eyes,
long empty stares...
speak of the pain that remains so very near...
I hide behind my cultured, naive and wishful insights...
Never too close my heartbeat for you to hear.

Hidden away, these tears remain
as I ponder this course ....
trying to reach you and falling so short,
and words that ever seem the more inane.

Gregory