Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Here and Now

At last something feels right.
Something could be for us.
Yet hopeful, I shall not trust
And callous I prepare to remain.
Yet each time your gaze rests upon my face
The pain of then and the joy of now
Makes me erase that inner space of woe
And I throw my fear to the gods
To embrace the essence of this place
The here and now.

1 comment:

  1. I can relate to that "inner space of woe" that the poet seems to have mined and minced.