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By j. knipp Date: 2004 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.09.23.53.7075]] |
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Sometimes I think I left this soul too far open, like a wound it gathers filth and discouragement. Sometimes, I feel your running away. Maybe not... Taking off? Perhaps. A comet blistering-bright-beautiful tearing towards escape velocities, better ends. And I glimpse only the vanishing point of my heart as the star-speared void yawns... and your gone. Great things cannot, perhaps should not, be chained. And I? Well I am but a tether to that potential. Still... I cannot help but wonder what a comet has to glow about as it shatters expectations, traverses far places. Because it seems to me the farther you go, the more your alone, and less reason you have to glow. I cannot, perhaps should not, hinder the unwilling. Yet, if you are ever ready to be tethered or tied, I will be your loving knot. |