Separation

The endless liquid sea of sky

has turned me

-sprawling, onto my back

helpless in the dizzying intensity

of memory.

The beauty of bittersweet

touches my eyelash

pricking with its startling familiarity.

A single tear

 - do I shed.

This tear - do I offer

to the naked heavens

I'd touch a star

and send a kiss

on its angel-backed wings

to deliver a heartfelt message

to

you.

But yet, it cannot be true.

This sameness

- of sky

- of liquid sea..

Why else, then...

Would my star messenger

return without a flicker of

emotion?

Tonight, I touch my Apollo

and his coldness is devoid of

emotion.

Is it too far?

I send the fleeting wings of the

heavens themselves.

Yet even he cannot break

the unbreakable wall.

Oppressive dissatisfaction

crushes in on me from all sides.

I press myself against

the cold, black grass

which cannot soak up

my dripping memories.

Separation is eternity.