May 7th, 2009
Poetry
Samsara
Human eyes,
Fickle and callous and full of surprise
At the sight of you –My heart longs to tell you
That you are the very model of perfection to me
And that my eyes cannot properly see
All of the things you could mean to me.But you have walked out of my life,
Trouncing upon that inspiration,
Leaving it in a pile of broken words,
Lined with your corrections,
And my mind cannot fathom how you would want to be
Anything but perfect to me!
And, so, that part of me chokes and dies on its words,
That you would not want to be beautiful, lovely, and distinct
But want to be planned and copied and cold.The part of me that loved you will yet revive
And find another
And another
And another
Until either love has bloomed or hope has died
And continue still
That perfection was seen in you!