PARADOX – 6/12/02

 

Worst is the pain when I'm near

and cannot see you, whatever reason

rends us asunder, like a sharp incision

heart to heart mercilessly shall shear...

 

Easiest to breathe, when the road keeps

me far from you and every step I take

further and further deepen shall my ache,

though all the distance still my thought leaps.

 

And I perceive, when my eyes are closed,

and blinded for tears as well by separation:

That is when I most clearly see.

 

For in my inner eyes you are reposed,

and you're beautiful, farther than creation,

when souls enthralled to each other shall flee.