Window Pain.
Spun 180 degrees but landed wrong.
Twisted not ankle but heart.
Flew like a bird into the window pane
Of her new reality.
In which there is no place
No space,
For the sacred giving
And receiving we were living
A mugful of moons ago.
She holds herself like a sphynx
Unmovable, cold to the touch
Of my dreamhopes
Of my heartscopes
Efficiently crushed
With a few choice words
I can’t untangle this riddle.
Her switch flicked.
We’ve talked ourselves into
A corner, smaller than I can stand.
Holding hands, seeing out this
Short sentence.
I’m dazed, numb to pain
Of impact
Processing through metaphor
Thoughts flying circles in my brain.
How to keep open,
Keep flying,
Knowing windows like those
Lay waiting for me,
Knowing my heartscope’s
Long-range vision
Leaves me blind to
Sudden painful fission.
Release the energy cord
That formed from me to her
And has been leaching.
Bring it home, bring it all home
My heart will fly back
Untangle it’s perch in her
Fairytale golden hair
And roost back in my chest.
Until another pair of eyes
See deep in me
The potential to be
Entangled in magic.
Someone to meet me
Halfway, or at least
some of the way.
Someone strong enough
To swim in the ocean of
My love
To take all I
Can give.
Until then:
Patience and compassion
For the lessons and the cast
Set the pieces back in motion
Molten glass blows a new heart
One that beats a steady rhythm
All of beauty, light and dark
Come home to the beat
And the breath:
Breathe.
And begin again.
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Joe Blogs : May 2023