Monday morning..
n i am again a slave to the pen..
ready to unravel enough witchcraft to get me through another day..
n i try to shake the faith awake..
but it lies like a sleeping lion across my face..
n becomes transparent again,
because i do not believe anymore..
like our love slipping down the drains of loneley showers..
even though we find each other n deep sleep n hold on like forever
cannot separate us..
n our bodies are distant again...
unconnected..
stars winking at each other across the cosmos..
n the sun shines across my shoulders...
n your still beautiful
but the sadness unravels
n i start to fade into the shadow again...
n reach out to the angels..
but i am to far swallowed..
only one outstretched hand remains...
BladesongRaven Gehrig
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-one-outstretched-hand-remains/
