I close my eyes
and try
to picture you.
All I see
is the purest blue.
I guess light
is a particle, too.
All along its wavelength,
I feel my way;
color blind,
or desensitized.
I’ve been waiting
my whole life
to see you.
All of these are invitations;
every word
a summoning.
I’ve never caught a glimpse,
or an impression
of the shape of your face,
just the purest blue,
stretching out infinitely.
How much can I give?
More,
oh, so much more.
Do I dare to try
to burn out like this?
One last coronal mass ejection.
A final convulsion,
where I expel my spirit.
Will I meet you then?
Is that the price
I have to pay
the ferryman?
My eyes closed,
unflinching,
but still with the expectation
of impact in any instant.
The calm blue
is long gone, now,
replaced by ash grey.
A crematorium hue.
The light still comes in,
maybe just
a little less energetic,
but I’m still conjuring you up
in my mind.
Believe you,
love you,
hate you;
I’ve done everything,
but confront you
across the day-to-day.
I never made it
past the vision.
HG – 2018
How sad, is there no way to still act?
Enjoy today. Today we are alive.