It Failed To Be
And it came to pass…
The last drops
Drip, drip, dripping
Like rain off the rusty barn roof
No bowl to catch or capture
No hands cupped in an effort
So distant from me
Love hangs on the horizon
Blowing like sheets on the clothesline
Waving from that faraway roost
Safe and unyielding
Never close enough to touch
For fear that it might be touched in return
Yes, that’s just how it is
It’s how it’s always been
It cannot be moved, swayed
Or lured to the shore
So beautiful in its simplicity
So cruel in its burning intent
Time was, that I believed
My puzzle could be solved
The missing pieces within reach
Just waiting…to fit and fill the empty spaces
To paint my canvas full and green
And at last, find home
But it is so untrue
My eyes blinded by the smoke of illusion
The wind, blew close enough to taste
Whispering passion light and fresh as spring berries
Teasing me, over and over, as the seasons turned
Oh, how easy it was to stumble and fall
And there it is….my bucket still sits
Yearning to be filled
Naked in its wanton desire to sip
For once, the warm breath of acceptance
Love….so blind…so incredibly blind
That if failed to see…
That it failed to know…
That it failed to be….
poem by Leria Hawkins
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