Unconsciously Aware

While I think of forever...

I am unconsciously aware
Of the only thing that scares me.
It is a perfect picture
Of all the things I ever wanted.
But can’t you see, it’s not forever
That I ask you for?

Because...you see...

I’ve red petals with better claims
Than all the graves I’ve slept in.
I’ve given more voice to a scar
Than all the lullabies I’ve woken from.
I’ve walked the wasteland between lives
More times than tears can recall.

And now...I confess...

I am burdened with this faith
As with the will of a dream:
That while I am hanging on
I will discover my grief again
Like all I ever did was like this feeling
That the gods forbid

Like before…when we kissed...

And everything was dead around us,
Lasting only as long as it began:
With the wilting of the stars
In skies that seemed more than Heaven.
I light this candle for the angel of wounds,
In the distant present of our goodbyes.

© 2021 Marten Hoyle