I Think I'll Leave Now
07/26 2021
I look into the portal of her soul:
Those glossy pearls that gaze into the pale,
That always keeps their dreams to another day.
There's no real hello since there is nothing to say.
I'm full of memories of a page in a magazine
Of an indeterminate pair of eyes
That meets the autumn of any time,
Gazing into another with a piercing lance
Yet without any hint of ill intent ---
Curiosity is the lament of the lame,
Whose trees hold the answer to their name,
And for whom no one asks for any reply but sleep.
I've wandered the whole wide world over
For just one more glance
Of those truths that ride the storm
With a fading surf-board
And enjoys the wave, or at least tolerates it
With focus and authenticity.
One is a rider, and one is the wheel
I've been both, but I know where I want to be.