Charles Edward York

Far Away

 

You are as far away as a northern sky

Where the blue gray horizon

Weighs as heavy as the cold air

On eyes welling up with tears

And draining long frozen tracks

Spelling your name across my emotions

I reach out with my arms and hands

And there is nothing of you to hold

Just memories, words

Feelings immobile in time

Without fire or energy

Far below the surface of

An iceberg of white passions.

 

Yes, far away you are as golden Sun

The atmosphere of my days are

Now bereft of magic or flame

To satisfy me with warmth

The space between your words grows

Miles of endless miles of

Chilly absences, winds

Blowing my joy offshore

Thoughts wreck on dangerous

Shoals beneath my resolve

Meager portions no longer satiate

My hunger for you

They only remind me I’m starving.

 

Only the red sky at night burning

Yes, burning with the color of your lips

Coming closer and closer to me

Eyes and amorous face

Fingers and hands and breasts

Hips and secret gardens of

Original magic and flowers

Offer complete relief

Bring your best revival

To cold limbs

Still as statues

Breathe your life into me

And reset my heart in motion.

 

Copyright © 2020 Charles Edward York

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