Intoxicant - Apr 12

Love sends a signal (so intangible) through time removed and space—more faraway than high heavens, sun, spark of moody day when Night her might has made immoveable. The bold heart beats, but shyly (:¡magical!:) hides a gross ache—(perhaps gone quite astray)— of love destroyed by space and time. A ray has passed and left behind a palpable shadow.—but time’s the healer, space the fact,— the proof? the medicine of poetry. So know it truly, bear it in your heart: without your gift, my art could not be art. I mean not to entangle again what’s we— simply I reminisce—(love? I react).