Lost Love in the Rear View Mirror

Lost Love in the Rear View Mirror                    May 28, 2007             

Lost love in the rear view mirror
Still beams out a lust
Like no other form of pornography
I know of to exist.
She is the light of my inner tiger,
The stripe to my fur coat.
If I hadn't her,
I don't really think I could be.
And yet, Fate dictates all things
Which circle the minds and hearts
Of Man's dual countenance
Between love and hate, happiness and despair.

Alas, she has up and left,
And the dust has settled upon Agony.
The hour glass shattered,
And in my angst,
I lifted the largest, most jagged shard
And proceeded to jab my eyes out
In one last confrontation
Between molten time
And its broken bond.

Now the doctors say I am blind,
But can still picture the world at large:
Its black cosmic clouds
Which have descended upon me,
No longer microcosmic but macro,
Flooding my heart with a cold chill
And preventing real peace.
I see her beautiful, smiling face;
Oh, not the one where light
Manufactures colors and such,
But those cold, hollow vibrations
Rendering my world null and void.