Forever Unfinished

    When I first saw you, you were sitting there
    And here I came, wondering where
    I was and where I was going.

    That was the day you answered me,
    with dreamy equanimity,
    and crawled back to your precious mind
    as I receded, back to mine.
    And although I didn’t notice it,
    you had tugged on me that small first bit,

    You made things clearer, for what it's worth
    you quenched a little of my thirst
    from walking up and down the dunes
    looking to excavate the ruins
    and bring them back to life

    But why speak of phantoms, when my rose
    is sitting underneath the globe,
    withering away from lack of care,
    because I could not even come to share
    the only thing she’s always due,
    Her soil, her light, her water too,
    I did not keep out the caterpillar,
    I can only hope it does not kill her

    I do not want this poem to end,
    I want it forever to extend,
    There’s so much more for me to write,
    I long to go deep into night,
    With you radiating from my pen.
    I need to fill the middle in...