a silent vigil

the ice has taken hold between the two passages,
carrying the crystal white burden of dreams
and the languages of intrinsic qualifications –

to choose the fog over mist, slush over dirt,
and to keep frozen into stone all deals upturned,
all wishes parted by a moment’s touch –

lost is the sudden acquaintance with sensation,
I am near the end, I am at the edge, always dazed,
glorified by the fear of tumbling down – just the bliss
of never seeing the light

for it’s hard to dream with open eyes, for it’s hard
to see through your lips where you reside –

who ever said that this mosaic of understanding is fulfilling?

that blithe sun has devoured all else.

you are the halo, the shadow, the skin to my desire, the symbol
to this paradigm of pain,
and I keep up my silent vigil,
I wait.

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12 thoughts on “a silent vigil

  1. The fight between too much and too little is one that leaves the soul out of breath before it can reach balance. I see this speaker dancing in-between life’s everything, waiting for stability (or something more exciting that should feel just like it) to claim him whole… and leave him free.

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  2. sanaarizvi says:

    Wow!❤️ Such ethereal imagery here 🙂 especially love; “lost is the sudden acquaintance with sensation,I am near the end, I am at the edge, always dazed, glorified by the fear of tumbling down – just the bliss of never seeing the light.” Beautifully haunting❤️

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