The approximate beauty
of the sound of this lonely guitar
filters through me,
holds me to this structure,
holds me to this thought -
and I can barely begin
to understand
what it must be like
to stand in your shoes.
Though I've been like this for years -
And it sometimes feels,
that I've been looking for you
since long before this man
ever began to sing the blues.
As he offers a lament
for all who share his path
I begin to notice that his message
is less of a wish - than it is
an instruction...
and I begin to wonder
just how intentional
this transparency is...
I can't allow myself to believe
that this is how it was meant to be...
And I know, that like everything else
you too will be taken from me.
I can't bear this lack of tangibility...
I wish that I could place myself
away from the atrocity of this scene.
Though the skin I wear
no longer belongs to me
here I must remain, willingly...
- for I have promised
all of myself
to you. |