Entangled

Surrounded by the likes of men

without one thought pursues another

she waits if only in a memory

and strengthens him once more.

In silence scarce a whistle blow

alert to some but not complete

recurring thought disturbs sweet sleep

no fault of him mid pleasant dream.

The sun bathes part, the light burns dim

a sketch of solitude confines

the origin of demented thought

leads him closer to the dark.

And goes she with the angels shift

moves to and fro and back

explores the reaches of his mind

and waits for his sustained embrace.

Majestic scenes decorate the ground

with hope of one so stark and real

the sluggish resting casts a pall

to fuel desires deep within.

The quiet shapes cast shadows deep

to feed the soul and spike the notion

come quickly here be still and see

or lend a voice that echoes strong.

Fill his mind with open sky,

with smooth resolve and calm repose

and spark the fire fanned within

to nourish his imaged world.

Then he will seek the meadow green,

the sky of blue, the amber glow

and watch and wait with heart entombed

no claim save hers allowed to dwell.

Her wistful gaze a dagger makes

her eye a saber, hands as thorns

or pedals both continuous

and yet admired each alike.

The hellish sound the cutting crack

of distant, violent, unquiet men

disturbs the setting in his mind,

distracts from blossoms and warm wind.

He waits unable not unwilling

for his time creeps without end

wanting to his core attempt

a sculpture of life to shape and mold.

Weak and torn his being tried

far such goes beyond compare

to try resolve to bend or rupture

ignorant of driven love.

The ocean shallow the desert narrow

the universe space is filled

the morning brings another tryst

of sane and insanity.

So love contained that gnaws like hunger

unplanned spills and takes a shape,

a form anew bathed in pale light

reflected off a thousand tears.

Imagined union chides his pain

one moment from the next

and stills the speechless babe once more

his sentence to longing dream.

And twilight finds this broken man

withdrawn into the echoes grim

who hates the cage, who scarce awaits

her phantom healing dreams.