It Is Done Forever

Like Petals and Waves

Your Face

Smells

of Now and forEver

As On that mountain

I saw your face

Shimmering

Trembling to steal

my sight

but instead_you stole me.

Will you, return

to my arms

that pallet of reality

which sweats

in the colors of terrible pain

I want to catch the leaves

of your voice,

the weather under your breath.

I want the demands of those

brown wood eyes,

the truth of their touch.

I want to feel_that 'I'

am yours

and You are mine.

In this rabid

heart ache

I find no glory, no misery.

I merely find an absence

further from far

gnawing at nothing, everything; All.

The silent tear

that tears

as it runs down

the past

I feel

the change is done Forever

It is done

forever

it is done forever

It is

done forever.

- From Ripples Of collections of those Things