Hopeful of the Horizon
If honesty were an option
my words would reach into
the middle space between all things,
I would tell you of the greatness
and of the truth resting on pursed lips.
It would be so clear
that for me you were more than enough
to make my whole world worthwhile.
All I needed to be real
and for that real to be filled with meaning
was you my love.
And if honesty were an option
I would never hold back
and with each new moment of this revealed whole
would come momentous new wholes
filling the space of days
with the joys and sorrows
that make magic his mistress
to time well awoken.
But because honesty is no such option
and no sure truth shall leave these pursed lips,
instead I choose now to wait
in silent suffering for you my love.
Always for you shall my stoic solace
aim to hear you needful cry
and reproach my passions to sanctify your heart.
I will wait in the shadows of deaths inner core,
biding my sorrows and whims
with the wits that make me smile in pain and in vain.
Forever hopeful of the horizon.
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