Pandemonia

A Distant Heart

I gave up looking

you appeared

as if to taunt me

with my fears

Two crossed my path

in time of rest

I could not tell

who would be best

While West Coast knows

what East is doing

I’m in the middle

of pining and stewing

and when pressed

to not reveal

a midnight dream

and kiss to steal

I sort and render

all that’s good

taking stock

of if I should

reach out arms

to each of you

the habit’s on

the other shoe

as where we dwell

I yet do wonder

from which foundation

we rend asunder

the full meaning

of what we were

when time forgot

a sticky burr

or longing

as our hearts cracked open

to let in light

where once was broken

the record of a shattered lie

between the pages

where we vie

for love’s superiority

to write the book

of mystery

one for the ages

one for history

I came to you

to be more clear

of how I felt you

once so dear

and what I meant

to say to you

but habit’s on

the other shoe

as while we wait

to see each other

my mind has gone

to some brief lover

who will not let me

love or leave

the distant heart

to whom I cleave