I Wish It Could Be
This emptiness within surrounds the insides
Penetrating my sorrows, I see the light
A light so faded and sad…as if it knows my lamentation
This light dies to be seen, yet it is surrounded by shadows
The light has not a voice, nor eyes to cry
Yet it weeps in the strangest of times
If only that light could travel up and onto my tongue
Springing forth in articulate passion and delight
To all that happen to behold its philosophic brilliance
But it cannot speak to you
It cannot cry to you…
It cannot tell you that I am…
So deeply in love with everything you are
Your talents, your pursuits…I cherish
I hold your dreams in my heart
Not merely wishing for them all to come true
But willing to sacrifice all for your fulfillment
It melts at every smile
Every squeak of laughter
Each hesitant touch
I wish it could be…
How strange this light has made me!
So dim inside, yet shaking with infuriated quaking
It longs to take over my every being
And make sweet music with you
Trilling in its soft embraces
To fulfill you is to leave me writhing in containment
Yet your happiness weaves into the pain
And the light remains…yet it never rains
This light thrives to love you…shivering but alive
It sighs in silence, comforted by fruitless words
The light is afraid and cold
For the vessel it resides in centers all warmth on you
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
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