Impressionable Experiences

Love's Wicked Tales

"Pouring"

1994

Thy heart pours out for you

my love,

but you are gone.

Not by will

not by wish

but by force.

The first is not of our hands.

It lurks between,

but mostly over my shoulder.

At night it sleeps

and by day, it watches.

Meanwhile, they heart

pours itself out

with silence, mostly

but really for you.

You are not there

to receive,

because you can not be.

Thy heart pours out

to letters

to thy paper

in thy memories

and in thy mind.

At night thy heart

doth not sleep,

instead thy heart

lies with insomnia,

deep in thought, but mostly woe.

When thy heart doth sleep

it dreams of you.

In strange situations,

with these friends of now,

that we had together then.

But thy heart may not

be close to yours.

The enemy lurks by day,

as thy heart beats empty.

Thy heart prepares for tears,

but thy heart can not shed.

This heart of mine is lost,

thy heart loves, but doth not live.