Do you come to me..
do you run to me..
do you love me
every turn your head makes from me
every empty silent word
all that is said about nothing
Pridefully avoiding ourselves and each other
suppressed in smothering silence
choking the blue/black chilled air
surrounding our fears
hiding from the reality though it faces us
And we awake to it each morning
But it is there
dead long ago..
left to fester now in
the shadow of all we were
in the dust of our memories
that once cast beauty and connected light
through our tender love
The brightest of both our pasts
undying love in thought and time
Visited no more
grown tired in the waiting room
All is ever/ all is present/ all is truth
All is let go
and I will run from you
because I love you
And return to me.
©Karen Bain 2014.All Rights Reserved.