The Cerebral Vortex

June 22 2006

My mind

the ever revolving cache of distress

a sign

of constantly congealing mental duress

Will you accept who i have become?

can you sing the songs of our love?

or will discord prevent our dyad

the meticulous insurance of consonance

your hair flowing over my lap

any position elicits comfort

even in the morning heat

amongst life's deepest defeat

I miss the kindred flame you were

and miss more the ignited passion you became

if only the consistency of truth were more -

powerful than this insignificant game

Our nights have been as a scream

a supplicated plea into reality's darkness

never wishing for the light's invasiveness

into our comforting Siamese dream

one day the illuminae will come upon our hearts as one

and all will realize the sullen fact of what has begun

so long before they could have realized

when in their presence love came to our eyes

our hands held beneath a pillow

our words transfigured from code

our stares meaning more than this hopelessness

implying a greater, trodden down road

oh, smooth path --

i have not been deceived by your appearance

i have followed you to yourself

and found unending acceptance

from the end of your kindness

and hidden under your eyelids

the reality placed within it

and shining forth from it.

Are our hands grasped together now?

although i do not hear your voice

are we locked in subtle conversation?

perhaps an unseen elevated relation?

I miss you, fallen star

and i swim in my thought of you only

fuel that could last a fools eternity

perhaps could rival time's continuity

this absence brings along its confusion

our separation; or the heart's illusion?

has Love's gravity pulled me down again,

or has my past banded this grown stem....