uncut spoke
I linger hopelessly,
in your orbit.
Drawn by an invisible force.
You move through life.
Untouched by my longing,
untouched by me.
On dark nights, I dream.
I, the only one, am truly,
the only centre of your beautiful universe.
Alas, dreams do end.
I am but a silent spectator,
a prophet, seeing the false future.
I crave your craving.
A single moment of togetherness,
where I may be seen by you, finally.
But you pass me by, and my gaze follows your steps.
You do not know, you will never know-
the quiet, fearful, mighty storm in me.
In this solitude, I am both prisoner and guard.
Locked gladly, in a cell, my own creation,
made of bricks of my love, my silent scream.
eager pumice