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The Excavation and Evacuation of You
I see in you a story yet untold
Wherein I may find my name again
At some point in time.
I see in you a lover to have and to hold
Who I pray every day could be mine.
If doubt be what is borne into this-
A muse lacking matter to mold
Then I'd still prefer my dreams unformed
Than a mountain of shining fool's gold.
It has been a whole year
Since that spring day when we first met,
Though each day passing by
Seemed like one more revolution
Of the earth in the sky
Since the time your path first
Crossed the way mine went.
Who were you then?
Much different, I suppose;
So may were your charms-
What became of those?
So elusive was your love
It sifted like sand through
My fingers curled tight,
I was merely an hourglass through which
Ran the grains of what once felt right.
I wanted you to fill me up,
Feel your life within me
As it bubbled and brimmed over
After being long confined
From the world to see.
And we were just comrades in arms
Against days that had passed
When worse times still haunted
The catacombs I held in me fast.
You were my breath of fresh air;
I know not what I was to you
All I can say and be sure of
Is that you said you loved me, too.
But those were just words
To show nothing nor prove
What you still kept inside you,
What time's surgeon could not remove,
And if I were to ask where you were today,
I doubt you'd even know
Whether the sky there was clear or grey.
Your eyes are averted
And your soul know's new land-
A territory unknown on which
Your dreams can expand,
And that's all I'll wish,
And that's all I'll pray,
That you find on your journey
Room to grow your wings
And fly away.
