Untitled #53 / the World That Awaits Me

“The world that awaits me” as I set down the book, look up my eyes are drawn to my love like the Void innocent, lying reading in the grass under the shadow of the next tree a sunbeam yet smiles its love upon her face and the soft breeze now kisses her hair, but she pays no heed, spares no thought, no pain for me our lives were intertwined by fate for three weeks (Oh! Sweet eternity!) until I poured out for her the contents of my heart she jarred it all up and gave me nothing but “No” now emptiness creeps in to replace emptiness Open, my soul! Be filled with the band music pounding from the parking lot, drink from the rustling trees dripping music like wine, breathe in the autumn air we share on this one day of Eternity, even as our hearts drift apart, to find other storms, never again to be united under the sun.