Bent Words

Bent Words

August 12, 2004

What saddened eyes I cannot heal

The time so lost I cannot steal

Amongst towering shadows you withdraw

Yet I retain the light you have brought

What favors felt deep I cannot return

What fires entice me that I cannot let burn

Shall I relinquish this night

Can I still make it right

What I can whisper I cannot shout

What perfect imbalance I cannot do without

This servile gesture from which I run away

To know me you must feel betrayed

What time and place I cannot bring

What song and dance I cannot sing

Here we stand on imperfect measure

Here we fall apart, as always, together...

Written at 7:58 a.m.