what am i murmuring
you ask one moment
i have all the excuses
and i love it more when
you doubt
when you are no longer sure
of what happens next
and what follows
this is the mystery of
my being
and i guess this is what
you love
in me, and i never force
you to like this piece
this word, this thought
it is you that searches
what light is left there
what sense
the trail is unfinished
but we are here
shall we then go?
shall we start talking about this?
a blue sky
a yellow sun
a green river
so? there is nothing new
nothing about any sophistication
so? why do you stay?
are you looking for something missing?
like a key to a door
an access word to a website?
like a better half of you
precisely what you feel
this emptiness without
us.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-nice-to-know-that/
