10 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 apart our
Hearts
Eros 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 against each other
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.”
There are Burdens
you carry
Awkwardly against
your Will
Away from me, you
turn
Even while
approaching---
You balance
self-consciously
In order not to fall
or disturb
A 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 a 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 appears with
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
