What is tragedy? Aspiration abandoned?
A spider sinking in resin, transmuted by epochs?
Subjective, yes, but I’d await the amber
To be with you again
When the loss stings so –
Innocence, relationships; happiness,
And the one who loves you most
Stands powerless and frail
There are willows on the hillside –
Each one weeping, while their summer’s golden toil
Flutters to the frosting soil –
Their barren branches bowing low
Distance is no standard measure of
How far we drift so quick away, to stare
Each other eye and eye
Throughout the tepid season
So it is: tragedy. And I am cold and I am lonely –
As intent and interpretation; a desperate
Never-ending dream’s perception that I’d awake
To be with you again
Kelly Vinal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-be-with-you-again/
