That will never be worth its weight in tears
Stop beating down the doubts
For a moment, briefly appeared.
Wanting of a caress, a hold, a love
This I know beyond question.
But is it to belong
Or to belong to someone?
Ache for those pure frames
When feeling prevails.
Dream about the encompassing embrace,
But long for that one source
Of your gravity.
Let go.
You long for a rotation without axis.
Spin, spin round the same nebulous
Fleeting, fluttering.
Once it shoots away,
Just what exactly did you encircle?
A cloud is water in flight
Until the sun burns down
In the red hot noon.
Where's that feeling now?
I loved the metaphor of the closing. Another strong poem. You are very good with metaphors.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Sometimes I prefer metaphors because they visualize something that it would take much longer to describe literally.
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