Musings

Will there be enough daylight left
On the floor of this decision,
Or is this the best we can hope for
Sifting through mired footsteps that still haunt,
On a cloudless midnight
As I search the heavens for a hint
For a clue,
For some semblance of reason to receive …

I’m afraid to remember, I think
Having misplaced my direction
In the soles of my shoes,
As I continue to deliberate my fate
Have I completely lost my nerve?
I wonder …

Could these arms ever hold you?
Will these lips ever taste
The rapture restrained in my rousing,
Released now in slumber
And silenced when awake,
Am I down for the count
Or only now, beginning
To believe …

By: alisa js
5.26.07