Angst

I saw you one night thought it was the real you, it doesn't matter now either way I'm still alone... Then we touched palms, each of us gave a sensual map of our world clasping to the end of time... The ensuing darkness, you were the rabbit at the dog track, elusive and deceptive running always in circles... Sleep began to tease, the flame of an unlit candle, surreal dreams of love became a matchstick dipped in water... To survive, I said " I love you." you said, " I love you too." perhaps just a culling song, most deadly of lullabies... Then comes the hours, the ceiling becomes the pale sky, you milked the moonless night, I became the crow fettered in rain... Wordless and timeless the death of daylight, thrown into the existence of love, all with the ambiguity of Kirkegaard, two saddled horses taken to a dry pond... In this chapter of life and romance you killed the chivalrous hero in the very first pages, the end of I and thou... There once was a love poem, before the grass grew brown and withered, the longing has not diminished, just flowers and rainbows mixed with blackened storm clouds..