op. 16 – me you
op. 16 - to ________, our impossibility
me
you
the weather smells bittersweet as the rain becomes morning's dew
the greens drink their fill as the snipe evades my sight nightly
though the sky is filled to the brim with stars shimmering brightly
try as they might the sum of their efforts never will outshine you
see how the ant takes no pause and toils not knowing any better
similar is my heart as its cry silently pierces the night sky
sovereign is someone greater than both of us to whom we comply
sorry i cannot meet you due to restraint by self-imposed fetters
frogs croak as they leap in futile attempts to reach where you are
for they are not blessed as you are with wings with which you soar
from your mouth is a melody so beautiful and in envy the frogs deplore
fraught with anxiety i fall deaf due to the sounds of my internal war
the weather smells bittersweet as the rain becomes morning's dew
to the sky i lift my eyes and catch the glimpse of your shadow
to my dismay i am stuck on the ground forever bound to this meadow
try as i might the sum of my efforts in vain never will reach you
+ november 8, 2009 @ 4:12 PM
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