In Her Absence
I've spun in the haze of misery
Clutching a sweet tincture
Poison...
Numbing every inhibition...
Awakening every reaction.
In the wake of shifting faces
I turn away...
Looking toward the familiarity and comfort of
Four Trains.
The rails are paths to perfection
Perfect gain...
Perfect loss...
The trains give passage to perfect thought...
And perfect hope.
Shed the flakes of torture
As the adder shakes loose flesh...
And embrace perfect balance
In a changing green and blue eye...
Love those eyes as they love you...
Because they fit you best...
Puzzle pieces in a child's eye.
Forming, when assmbled,
The picture of perfection
With changing green and blue eyes...
A body like the sweetest nectared flower...
A smile like solace in times of despair...
And a kiss that I have longed for
Since I first laid eyes on
Her perfect visage.
(Written February 15, 2004)
