And now 
sitting here 
sun on
mountain cup
in hand
with Bach
lamenting I
too do
missing no
more like 
yearning knowing 
that soon
not too
soon for 
the embers
we were 
are ash
but soon
enough to
remember the 
fire that 
once burned 

What is 
it called 
this love 
that no
longer impresses
but just 
breathes this 
love which
no longer 
tickles but 
just sighs 
is this 
the love 
of one’s 
life or 
the end 
of it

It haunts 
like dreams 
that awaken
pulling me
from sleep 
to start 
when there
you were 
and here
you’re not 
what is
this nightmare 
that happens 
in between 
I wish 
to sleep 
to forget 
this cold 

You will
or won’t 
then I 
might too
but until 
you do 
I can’t 
instead I 
will float 
waiting letting 
you swim 
for decision
keeps me
buoyant whereas 
caution pulls 
you under 

To accept 
the absolute 
is to
walk through 
a doorway 
seldom found 
a doorway 
which leads 
to hallways 
and doorways 
to accept 
the absolute 
is to
understand gray
that gray
is peace
black white 
is chaos