Tomorrow is incessantly beckoning my mind
The weekly diversions couldn’t be more beyond my desire
Though I want them more than food
Here I am; you are many miles behind a faceless phone
Your words linger in electronic messages
When you talk about letting go….
Will you let me in?
I can only swallow my expectations and grin
When someday is today; you can touch me
I will only touch you enough to make up for time
Times when faces looked upon me; they saw my secret
Only in my head
Even tainted in mysterious mirrors
They, spontaneously juxtaposed on esoteric faces
Never did I foresee; which is what I always dreamt
Deep down behind my pride is a secret strife
So close I can taste it
Another life
I ponder what you taste like
Its hard to let go; I can only be honored you will for me
So far we are
Connected we could be
I wish my words might pacify anticipation
Once I ran away very far; I found myself
I left my heart there forever
Now dust dwells upon that shelf
Your island is a place unknown to me
Can I lose myself again there?
Maybe find something
Something somewhat undefined; always there where I never knew
