Angles and Angels and Faith

Sometimes, Dear Love
(Oh, Love, I have not yet found you,
yet I feel you deserve my words...
or maybe I feel as if I deserve someone to hear them...),
sometimes I find things out of perspective
that I ride upon invisible waves that
waver
waver
waver
like wind and inconsistency.
And my thoughts rise and fall like moon and sun,
yet in unmatching manor,
for time will not tell in this case.
Oh Love, why is it that my heart breaks
by the prick of but a shadow of sorrow?
And Love, why do I insist upon placing
every smiling thought upon a single thread
that I know is inevitable to break?
And these plunges are deep,
they are far
and dark
and dull
of emotions holding shape and having joyful corners.
No, I am in this pit void of

angles

(and)

angels

(and)

faith.

No hope for me, Love.
So I'll carve the lines of my time spent without you.