07 February 2008

Closeness Paid The Price


It is a loneliness you alone can best redress
I am lost to vacant space, powerless and
afraid. Closeness paid the price you made a
tithe of keeping company. I am plagued by
glass relationships – this penance to an arm’s
length austerity disgraces me.

I know you care; I see the pity in your face. You
stare amazed in places far too vast to hold with
eyes despising loneliness; do you want for this?
I ask for changes bold – admitting my defeat,
take me back and write the psalms; for mine I’d
gladly die at peace enfolded in your arms.
© 29 December 2007, I. D. Carswell