Soon

When I inquire to the way you feel, your words eclipse your speech. The sun of your pain is so evident yet it is the moon you speak as, pushing and pulling waves of chilling bitterness. The water that we are calls me to swim. I ride the penumbra of discovery, a seething celestial flare. I catch that burning passion that you, oh so pained, are so reluctant to confront These are the pillars of a…