“I remember with grief
my foolishness, my selfishness
the nights you lay without our touch
regret overwhelms sleeping nights
yet, morning hopes of a beginning
beginnings and ends are convoluted
possessing the day from the illusions of tomorrow
ignorance stripped
now substance remains
life’s perfection
longing, desiring, wanting
standing hand in hand
in the opaqueness of tomorrow
though burning our ears
looking into your eyes
beauty engulfs and surrounds
to this I shrug the world
as sure as sure
braced for life’s storm
we’re hand in hand
make no mistake
tenacity abounds you
lacking nothing, and lacking all
the bifurcation of your perfection comes round
and in our embrace perfection coalesces
it is time’s mystery
to elaborate is a fool’s game
to live, now, is true opulence
the bitterness is not an impasse
it is human, all too human
separation unveils renascence
though unseen, it becomes
the eyes of lovers see
longing’s efflorescence, desire’s will
while the clamor of man and city headaches beset us
does our equanimity remain
could we walk hand in hand again”
