No one to share it with, no thoughts that are not yours;
A soul mate that is no really a completion of me,
not me.
The show must go on,
as a train that only stops for a few seconds
only to leave afterwards,
with nothing but memories as passengers
and no real anything.
Hope that lives still where there should be none
of finding the One who will sit close to me
and fly in my magic carpet, to know the place where
the clouds are orange and, when you look up
to see the beautiful sky that is the rings and the planets;
Hope of finding my one blue rose,
My Orion on earth, the red Satine of my writing.
My missing wings of guard
that burned while tumbling down
to this burning earth of cold and nakedness.
A single drop of salt water from a burning green eye
of inner grey and a tree of Winter soul.
a love that does not belong to me and yet
one I earn. A jumping curiosity and a heart
so desperate to love that can’t help but to be disappointed
at the human reality.
And yet, as soon as denial can manifest,
love is already destined to someone not from myself
but only a cover for this endless sadness that’s has fallen
over me, the medley of my mind and heart
an honest tear of something that neither I nor anyone else
can define as either happy or sad.
and see the stars and the sky by myself.
Now and forever.
Maxwell Black
October 25/26, 2009
00.00am