This Just Is

Such sad light shining through the past
aching down in silence to my tears hiding
behind a pathetic, gasping dream of hope.

Eyes stealing glances through misty dream,
hands that have already touched me unseen,
a tongue moving down to meet me there,
drowning in the scent of desire and fear,
and finally the cry that comes to my ears -
All in the passageway of life between
this reality and that reality and all I've seen.

When my naked body has released all of it,
the tears still come, ready, not ready...
And curling up, entwined in sheets, I sleep.

An ocean keeps you distant and silent.
The wild, high cliffy, seaside nearby,
where once a wife next to you was
the reason you begged me to hush
about souls and soulmates.
Now you lie in a bed solitary,
desolate from time's ruin and silence.

We're one thing - we two cannot part,
in misery, in love, in hate, and in death,
though you'll debate me until that day.

It is my life here, and your life there,
with your following and your past,
with my family and my past.
Times come when I can't hear you,
but I can still feel everything about you,
and the television saturates you into me.

On the eve of tomorrow, my heart
truly has shattered with yours,
and truly, my mind knows you in your pain.

I've said my piece and longed for breath,
I've shown my nickname and finally offered
the truth about my name and which one
that turned out to be mine, for real.
I wait for tomorrow, like we waited before.
In the shadows of the crowd of faces,
I'll be there. -This time, promised three times.