rebmasters

Rebellion

I have waited for you

down back alleys,

along perilous cliff edges,

sighting you from afar.

 

I've built myself around your future words,

my ear attuned to your music

stretched over dim, distant decades 

 

to a moment in time,

your sharp sun filled my horizon.

Glorious day & sweet, dark nights

with you,

 

unaware I had entered your orbit

too soon; you were burning burning.

Pieces falling into

place, swept away

by past pain in your eternal, infinite eyes,

 

those heavenly hazel eyes, not just on mine, but in them.

Love isn't just the beautiful, it's also the ugly

& Auden right: the best thing is to be the more loving one;

 

I don't need a return.

Love is my tiny act of rebellion.

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    'Pieces falling into
    place, swept away
    by past pain in your eternal, infinite eyes,
    those heavenly hazel eyes, not just on mine, but in them.'
    beautifully worded dear poet!
    really like the humility you wove within that last stanza's: worded defiance..
    a great read, in my humble opinion

    • rebmasters

      Humility and defiance are a good juxtaposition- thank you!



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