Halls of the Dark Muse

The Dream of You

What do I do
when I know longer know
what you see when you look at me,
is there something lost
far away behind your eyes,
have I become miniscule?

Where do I go
when I can no longer
bare to write beautiful sonnets for you
because each thought of love
is born with a measure of pain.

What is there left
when I walk around the edge
and feel my balance start to waver
yet I do not know if I will fall into you
or on the other side of the abyss.

How can I live
when my world stops making sense
as I start to feel you crumble from
beneath my fingertips
this ground I walk becoming
so unsteady.

Is there enough
to hold this together
or am I starting to wake
from the dream of you?