Sober

Have you ever felt like,

how I feel; day and night?

Have you ever seen like,

how I see; through my sight?

Have you ever loved like,

how I cherish; during a fight?

I reckon not so,

I think; I guess; I do not know.

You see; I’m an outcast- different,

I make judgements; just like an infant.

I can see the world’s trouble and lies,

all right through your beautiful eyes.

I can feel the world’s pain, turd and dirt,

through love; through happiness; through hurt.

But why?

Why does the vision die?

I’ve lost my gift,

I can’t see; I can’t give.

Can’t give to my desire,

desire; burning like a fire.

But the flame’s fading,

lies dormant; lies waiting.

Is it down for good?

Not to love again; never could?

That’s untrue; mon ami,

just you wait and see.

When she emerges; it awakens,

like a phoenix, like a kraken.

Love heals and animates the dead,

love feels and takes over the head.

Not so soon; not yet; no!

The heart feels for no one no more!

No woman has demanded my attention,

no fille has eased my tension.

I’m still looking; searching; waiting,

for the right one- my heart for the taking.

But in no rush; I am,

the sea’s aplenty; I can.

It’ll be a waste of time,

it won’t do no good to womankind.

I’ll flirt; ask for her number,

and end it all by October.

What then? Find another?

will it ever end? I wonder?

With mind and heart I ponder,

in conscience, love; till sober.

-DNPY-

(7/8/2006)

*notes:

mon ami = my friend (in French)

fille        =  girl (in French)