Incomplete

this domain
does silence
breathe
between
passing phases
where light stutters
finding itself
incomplete

where
an imagination
can create
melody
in such solitary plinks
ivory keys
polished
they rest
between seconds
that somehow seem
to stretch
beneath anticipation
such are fading dreams
that begin to take
a mind away

to a place
where sight
thought
things
that once mattered
now dim
becoming
less important
unwanting
such feeling
that lies inside
this silence in my heart
hidden away
behind fake smile
eyes that wish
to weep
but cannot
for this loss feels
it should always
remain
a vintage to be

perhaps
even savoured
alone

by window
my feet stand
when breeze appears
through fine cracks
in wooden frame

billowing

caressing

patterned gown
has learned to find
its own language
upon bare skin
that awaits
ecstasy
in remembrance

upon
your kiss
to my lips
filling my mind
with light

requiring

no words

no understanding

just

the truth of touch