(Circa 1985)
It’s there,
lost within my soul.
I tried, tried and tried.
It just won’t let me go.
Too timid to approach it.
So close and yet so far.
Refracted beams of beauty,
a fleeting shooting star.
At times I hear it humming,
a melancholy tune,
to Godforsaken angels
in April, May, and June.
An unrequited feeling,
it flickers and it burns.
The torment slowly smolders…
an inescapable black hole.
And so I feel it flutter
flowing through my blood
to a cold dark lonely chamber
deep inside my heart.
