Revolution Sparks Inception; Destroys Thought

[Whimsical||MUSE;]

Revolution Sparks Inception
Destroys Thought.


There is still darkness here,
or is that your hand, resting against mine?
Can I touch it, and strengthen my existence
by the solidity in your eye?

Can we start again, and again,
or will it all eventually blur
into monotonous calm? Dunk me under:
will you scream for me, my darling? (Memory plays
tricks. You dreamed, or I did,
sand turned to wood, chains to rust
as we swing, and swing. Night has no meaning. )

I can smile, now.
But it is fleeting; the snow is coming,
and I do not know if we can survive our
hibernation underground.

Is it fair to say I lose myself in your arms?
That I forget, and in forgetting
can breathe?

But what, my almost-love, is the lie?
I am weak. Alone,
I am strong. You may be lightning,
but I am the tree that is burnt past healing.

"Do not leave."

Words imprinted, forever,
but can never be spoken.
I can only pretend, now. So
play a game with me? Whisper my name
and I may sing yours. Ask
me anything.
See where we go.

October 12, 2011