'No matter where you stand.'

A trembling continuity of unintentional desperation, clearing in my head. Fasting on the notion that you are food for thought. Grasping at the undisputable beauty that in you i have read, Yet, illiterate, i ponder; dreams in which i’m caught. Unsatisfying memories of despondent exaltation, find me retreat. Tripping on the adage that you must be the one! But, still the indignation soars like the wings upon my feet, As nearly in my grasp... is the angel that i love. Dearly departed, that haunt me now, Remember this somehow; That when my time is set to come, She was always... The one. Never did i falter, A monogamist, no less... Heart was sold to angels, As, i laid against her chest. Journey of a nomad, With no home to call his own, Waiting for the moment, That no longer he would walk alone. So to memories i will lay, The years gone by without, This creature that bestows me, As the one she will not doubt. No longer i’m rejected, Cast into some bitter pile, i feel like a man, At least... for a while. So, for now, i’m... A trembling continuity of unintentional desperation. But, am clearing my head. Fasting on the thoughts of you, i have read. Illiterate no more, but without you still i stand, Perhaps one day we’ll run away, i know you understand. My love you are an angel, Your wings will carry high. Do not forget me ever, No matter what comes by. Sailing on the airflow, Indigenous to us, Together even if apart, Nothing stops this love. Today i am a man, Tomorrow i don’t know. But for sure i do know something, i will not let you go. A trembling continuity of unintentional desperation i may be. But as i fast on thoughts of you, No matter where i stand, You are always standing with me.For : Molly. Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 11:31 PM PST, harry luck    0 • 12