endless blue

never to be content...

as i stand between blue parallel lines 

in an almost grey darkness - i wonder

what will plug the hole in this emptiness?

the hole that sucks the hope though it,

i know what radiates on the other side

an excitement lingers , desperate inside me

sick of waiting at a bus stop

to which the routes have changed

wishing for the express...

i know he is not my destination.

 

to be content , my heart is a jigsaw

made up of love to and from different sources.

though there are still spaces

he does not seem to fit

and is not the intrinsic part

to hold it all together

a temporary stop gap tis all

this puzzle will never be complete

but gradually filled with gems ,

and removing disguised imposters

through the journey of my life

yet no one has pieces enough

to end the quest for the stable four corners

is the final piece simply hidden within my mind

locked away by a fear of conformity

a secret hope that there is a higher plane than this

and will find a mate to exalt my soul

to stop searching is to admit heaven does not exsist

so one carries on eternally in limbo

thriving off snatched sparks in the air

oh how they charge me!

balancing with an on off current i rest easy

battery of my heart never to be flat

whilst my mind still beats

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Art Sun]

this journey of seeking to fill ones heart and soul is expressed with an emotional tie to the very existence we have...the mind lives on as the soul...

nice work...