Air

I want to say the most beautiful things,
Images of irate tranquility to fill your eyes,
Words so telling, another need never be said,
And all the while I remain hidden in my guise…

So come away with me,
We can float on air,
Play the days away in childish glee,
And live without a single care…

One look and I see in you what I feel in me,
Reflections reflecting retractions, reverses,
I know the truth, yet do nothing to change it,
Verifying the vices in void filled verses…

So come away with me,
We can float on air,
Play the days away in childish glee,
And live without a single care…

A stroke, a touch, gentle is all I seek,
No bases, just a chance of something soft,
A hug, a kiss, embracing all I want,
Yet situation decides, so does it oft…

So come away with me,
We can float on air,
Play the days away in childish glee,
And live without a single care…

And now I see the sun rise in the West.
And I begrudge myself this fortune blessed.

(I quite like the images of this poem, though it is a little short and repetitive - around this time, which is only half way into 2009, or so, a fascination with the West enters into a lot of my writing).