THIS TIME (again)
Damning me,
I dream of love.
imagining a love for me,
dreaming you’re my love to be,
hoping love incessantly,
just as before.
Damn me!
Seeing not what might have been,
not me,
I dream a love that cannot be,
dreaming love insistently,
damning me …
just as before.
Damning all,
that can not be,
I ache to feel your love for me,
hoping love is what see,
hoping love impatiently,
damning me …
just as before.
Damning me,
I see and hear
images imagined dear,
imagined lips that disappear,
imagined love I cannot touch,
imagery that hurts so much;
imagination endlessly,
damning me …
and nothing more.
Damning me,
the silence calls,
recalling silent years I knew,
silent tears and dreams for two.
Now silence calls again to me,
silence calls insensibly,
damning me …
Damning me,
the silence roars.
a silent roaring fascination,
silencing imagination,
festering anticipation,
putrifying silent tears
that gather in my silent ears;
whispered silence, silent dreams,
screaming silence, silent screams,
LOUDER SILENCE than before,
only silence ... ... nothing more.
Forevermore?
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Rhey W. Hedges, 1978
