Wake me Love
I've wondered every wonder. If wonders grow like any feeling, like a river in the dark that sparks in the light. No water can competitively wet the tears I shed. If challenge meets my home and heart to throw me off the universe and the waves of light I feel become the pennies of destruction what will I say with tones of regret?
I love a woman. She is not mine. I am in the present thinking of it as the past already. She is beautiful. Her gentle hope is the movement of her smallest invisible muscle. I am not allowed to see. But I see.