Your magnetic silver incandescent haze
Draws me through your ever-shifting maze
A moon torn between her waxing/waning phase.
I see you.
So openly hopeful but brokenly bleak
Only sometimes fully rabid, hardly ever partly meek
The more you say you hide, the more I watch you seek.
I learn you.
Tempered from the wearing of your past disguises
Fearful of the weight of future compromises
Your present precarious dance symbolizes
I know you.
Your emotions like a jigsaw puzzles scatter
An enigma tests the weight of my Grey Matter
Every wall you build you turn your sledge to shatter.
I feel you.
Afraid that if you trust you'll lose all hard-won feeling
Numbness of the self – emotion stealing
Does it occur to you that I can help your healing?
I trust you.
Every time your sure its better to pull away
Your heart opens like a shops window display
And suddenly I taste your certainty to stay
I accept you.
I know I'm barely half the man I used to be
When mirror-bound, I'm not sure who I see
She must know that she can do better than me?
Do you want me?
My confidence was puddled on the floor
Down and down, I fell for evermore
Then I grabbed the baton, conducting a new score
Do you hear me?
Resolved to make the most of my conjunction
I learnt again a different way to function
Walking tall and cloaked, back to the junction.
Do you sense me?
The last verse is the one that we are writing
The prose that grows when we cease internal fighting
Electricity cracks within as streaks of new born lightening
Can we deny it?