you tell me :: prev :: next :: there's a wall between you and me it's a shield i carry around although i don't mean to that is, it's unintentional or at least sub-conscious it's really more of a dam or perhaps a dyke for i fear if it weren't there i would flood all over you because that's the kind of person i am no shallow thoughts just a deep, still flow that attracts no attention but has a tremendous mass under which many treasures are hidden so if i let it go if i opened the gates and soaked you with me you might not like that so in consideration of you and that if you want to know you'll ask (and because i think i'm rather uninteresting) there is this (for lack of a better word) wall (reflecting...) you have a wall too i'm beginning to see it's hidden by trees and covered with vines it blends in, and is not noticeable but i know it's been there a long time were you hurt is your wall to protect you from others or like mine, to protect others from you i keep putting up ladders to see if i can peer over into your land but i haven't found a ladder high enough yet or because of the trees i can't lean up against the wall even so, i have imagined what it might be like over there a meadow flooded with the evening sun dotted with fruit trees and off to the north a dark forest mysterious and compelling am i close knowing me, you're probably laughing about now should i keep trying to see in would i be scared if ever i did does what i think really matter that much to you or is it just that to open the heavy iron gates takes a lot of effort and for whatever reason you've concluded i'm not worth it or perhaps you have begun to open them but it's ever so subtle that i haven't yet noticed maybe i'll never know wasn't meant to know and to spend one more watt of mental energy on it is pointless i don't know you tell me © 2001 (10 may) john r. chase
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