M9

as you lie there
on dried tears, shall i summon
more light, to lighten the
darkness of your
eyelashes,
shall i summon rain
to cool the windows of
the soul,
must i bend some more
like the reeds to
kiss the lovely
pond of the marshes?
i wade naked to your
waters,
but can still see the rain
inside your eyes
those broken glasses
inside those dreams
i stop beside a boat
but then i cut the rope
and let it go
it is dark now,
and i do not know
what a game is.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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