STATICLUTTER

I ask myself how
I inquire as to when
I fell into the bottomless pit of lost lovensoundwaves
not knowing when this affair first began
(yes, with one stroke of my pen
asking to be forgiven yet again)
Tears sting my eyelids as the apparition comes into view
Failed attempts to stroke your presence
My outstretched fingers reach out to face the transparency of your essence
and so they fall right through
such confusion found in the illusion that is my reality
static and clutter clears when there is You
I thought I was through
told myself I had met with the challenge, climbed the mountain, and made nature bend to my sway
My façade was merely staticutter
With one word from your lips
you washed it all away

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009