09-01-2012, 08:33 PM
Call me now or call me not again;
your restlessness you'll fix with your own words.
Don’t tell me this and that is what you need;
if that was this then you would have it all.
I listened twice and twice I held high ground;
then on some shifting sands I built your church.
To worship you again risks thrice denying,
more than enough to halt my further tries.
Your faintly god like image I must worship
and abhor until Ascension; that is all it was.
All it ever was?
The nights of two in one and tears for both, make staining memories.
The days of frozen, fixed immortal love, devoid of thought or question,
was that real?
You paced my room and breathed more of my air
than surely even we in passion drew.
So now where are we, you and I?
Not here.
Not in this vile furnace, melting down the human alloy.
You once told me that love, if weighed,
was worth its weight in gold;
Yet separate now, the fluid melt of what I thought we were,
seems still to fill the mould,
with no space left in which to fit that part.
Where has it gone?
For if it left, the claim of Archimedes surely falls.
Eureka!
Now I see….I never owned this love at all.
But by the void and by the pit and by the empty bed…
I know it was that love you stole.
TAK 2007. rev 2011
( Previously posted elsewhere but rehashed after a mauling by Erthona, may the Lord look on him with affection but no more than that.)
your restlessness you'll fix with your own words.
Don’t tell me this and that is what you need;
if that was this then you would have it all.
I listened twice and twice I held high ground;
then on some shifting sands I built your church.
To worship you again risks thrice denying,
more than enough to halt my further tries.
Your faintly god like image I must worship
and abhor until Ascension; that is all it was.
All it ever was?
The nights of two in one and tears for both, make staining memories.
The days of frozen, fixed immortal love, devoid of thought or question,
was that real?
You paced my room and breathed more of my air
than surely even we in passion drew.
So now where are we, you and I?
Not here.
Not in this vile furnace, melting down the human alloy.
You once told me that love, if weighed,
was worth its weight in gold;
Yet separate now, the fluid melt of what I thought we were,
seems still to fill the mould,
with no space left in which to fit that part.
Where has it gone?
For if it left, the claim of Archimedes surely falls.
Eureka!
Now I see….I never owned this love at all.
But by the void and by the pit and by the empty bed…
I know it was that love you stole.
TAK 2007. rev 2011
( Previously posted elsewhere but rehashed after a mauling by Erthona, may the Lord look on him with affection but no more than that.)