Icicles on the Tower (for Kenndra)
It's 4 AM and the world is making sounds
Never noticed in the daytime bustle.
My heart is making them too; it slowly drowns
As Need and Want still Love and Passion's hustle.
And I shall always be wanted, but cannot know
The depths and heights of passion without fear
That it should open the chasm that would show
My love's own hurt, encompassed in a tear.
No other do I love so deep, and yet
The one I love must fight with demons dark
That loathe and flee the show of passion's threat -
The mind's own icy, calculating mark.
And so I sup on that which I can find,
Knowing there must be love, though I am blind.
copyright 18 February 2001
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw, Chattanooga, TN