Falling
How can I tell you, dearest friend of
all,
What you have meant, and mean right
now, to me?
Through deepest silence you can hear
my call,
Your eyes see through my soul, set my
ghosts free.
Weary, so weary, is this heart of
mine,
Nor is there for me any rest in
sight,
How can I feel so helpless and so
fine,
Stumbling through darkness, bathed in
steady light.
Such easy riddles I weave with a
smile,
They need no sword to solve them, nor
much wit,
Yet I've no answers, at least none
wothwhile,
Only a puzzle whose pieces won't fit.
My writing, music and old friend are
here,
Gone are my soul and my word, though,
I fear.
From Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems (C) 2011 Victor D. López
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