The Puzzle
Today is a puzzle just to pass time,
between ourselves we do not speak.
Articulating colors, looking for corners,
components all in a heap,
if only you could see yourself the way I do,
how the afternoon light filters
through the blinds on the window;
casting amber patterns across your cheek; hair falling
in a dark, feathery crescendo.
We spend this day as the shadows grow long,
kaleidoscopes straining our eyes,
we tear asunder some wayward pieces
to fit what we surmise.
Now we cannot find love.
A pained expression on your face.
A blurry and muddied image appears
for the pieces are all out of place.
Rushing to behold the beautiful sight
before the picture had unfurled,
upon the edge of dawning light; I wanted
to glimpse your world.
And, not of my own rendition — the time is due
to be totally you and for me to totally be,
Each to our own intuition,
for each is totally free.