Beyond Reverent Reach

Tell me, what does it feel like when you cannot speak a single fragment of pain? How deep runs the regret of leaving you behind? How complete is this helplessness of never being able to touch you?

If you knew just once how much emptiness I carry in loving you, then perhaps you would never have let yourself be bound to this uncertainty, could never have wounded me with the testimony of unbearable happiness!

Why did you go so far away, can you tell me? Was it because I had given only you the right to scratch marks at will across the inside of my chest and then disappear? Do you think you know my heart's secrets?

Can I show you the burning of this fierce feeling? You sense it from afar—this ugly wound's pain that finds no healing…that haunts me like a nightmare, moment by moment.

I am not steadfast in the colorful joy of satisfied darkness. The day I saw you in love's turbulent lake, only then did I open the entrance to this endless, ceaseless chamber; I wanted my imagination drawn along the path of your gaze—to bind in that same mind my own eyelids.

In humble reverence I have placed my remorseful eyes at your feet…in the path where your footdust searches wildly for that divine form, do these tears ever find acceptance?

In love's compassion, fate's cruel reproach grows pale. Through inevitable causes your favor has been lost—I realized in the next moment that my life's finest hours had been spent with you alone.

Postscript. The feeling whose preservation creates the most intense longing remains forever unexpressed. This unbearable feeling is what I call 'love.' The unfailing path to being able to love—cherishing the moments; beyond this you will find nothing else!

And the ultimate path—letting the one you love live as they choose.