Hopeful Perspirations

"I saw forever in my never, And I stood outside her Heaven..." My Never-Blue October Would you give me that endearing look, That one with glimmer in your eyes, And the slightly puckered lips? The involuntary dreaminess permeating from you, The energetic shock of your inspired soul, Surrendering all of my attentions. . . The one look that a thousand natural artists yearn to master, The very look that mere brushstrokes And the most vibrant colors could not recreate? Would you give me that look, That look of love and reassurance, If I told you, " I feel like I am losing you. . ." Because it is true, my dearest friend, Oh fickle, lighthearted soul This loving legacy that makes up the two of us, Is fading away into a dream I only dream, An expression I can only recall, A moment that can never occur again.... I have missed you terribly, We have both been busy I know, And we have decided, let it happen, Let us change, and live our lives And I have no expectations, Only inner consternations... I cannot be left to hold on to this dying connection Without so much as a word of warning, That departure, for you, is a must In silence, I still stand outside of your doors, Awaiting the day to again meet the gaze that I adore I swear I would if I could Give you the piece of heaven you crave If only I knew for certain, That our lives will return to each other- That this is only a moment in time Not worth occuring again... That this darkening frown is temporary, And that this nightmare will abruptly end With you, And that reassuring gaze, Speaking a thousand works of art: "You will never lose me..." Ah, but I am ill, Truly I am ill And I have no expectations Just hopeful perspirations