11 Ix
White Spectral Wizard
It isn’t that we quarreled –
Or fought with sharpened Tongue and Fang
Or clawed our Way through Tunnels full of Gloom
Together
No fuming Rage or Thunder
Tore our Hearts apart
Eros, too, stood silently at bay
Peeking in on us – standing on tip-toe
Watching as we mocked Love’s glory
Imitating the sublime State
We moved simultaneously toward
And away from one another
The Possibility of US did not
Dawn in Flashes of bright Light
You spoke of Rockets, saying
“I need others as well as you –
Another instead of you.”
Inside me never you –
Only you
There are Burdens you carry
Awkwardly against your Will
Away from me you turn
Even while approaching
You balance yourself self-consciously
In order not to fall or disturb
Your precarious Equilibrium
Being January’s Child
I know the two-faced god
Of Ambivalence –
Janus is false fashioned
As you are rudely fake
You give and then abruptly take
Away
I had little time
To test the Truth
To run the Gamut of Emotions
Bequeathed to me
As crown Jewels –
I chose the simple Stone
Of Disenchantment
I now deny false gods –
Declare that I will repair
The bruised Heart within me beating –
The Decision is mine
To make without you
Even as I have been
With you
Awareness breaks in
Waves of Consciousness –
The rhythmic Swell of Knowledge
Builds the natural Bridges of my Soul –
Only forward does my inner Eye direct
As I acquaint myself with myself again –
Without you.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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