Glacier Church Bells [Time, Bliss, Forever]

Somewhere, a long time ago,

an old man told me on a winding abandoned road

not to partake of the fruit of ice.

A mouth, parched and cracked,

simply pursed its lips and hummed

on the long way home.

It was a silence I barely remember.

I wouldn't have at all if I

hadn't kept checking my watch for the time.

Each hour a spindling triumph

in a wasteland of broken glass

and confirmation of one's lonely existence.

No one understood me, then, either.

I was simply a memory on the tattered sleeve

of the warrior who played pretend when the lights were off.

And I cried "It's all so trivial!"

But, the truth was?

I didn't know where I was going after all.

Simply physical heat in two entangled bodies,

who's heat is the lantern on a dark winter's gale

is why I'm so alone when the rain comes.

Metaphysical daydreams beget regretful sighs

when you lean over the desk in non whimsical delight

frozen in time; space; eternity.