Unfinished business

You slide back into my world

subtly, as if you never left.

I live and walk a waking dream - 

Did all those years mean nothing?

We were nothing, really,

just words which leapt off the page.

Yet these words burn fresh

in my subtext, always.

A life half-lived, or a safe bet.

Unknown blessings from shared fruits

Soul's connection cannot sustain - 

I need your presence, so I can feel you.

Worlds apart, we whisper bandwidth

with hearts' echoes down the years

All that we have is ephemeral,

and our lives' responsibilities hem us in.

Creativity stifled, we fall on our swords.

Words are wings, fly me to you - 

Minds' connection, soul shards, moon harvested,

yet gifts of flesh not exchanged.

My lover of words, my muse, my bard,

Can we wait a lifetime

or like moths to a flame,

fall exhausted, for want of a better dance?

© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)

Sunset over Murray River at Swan Hill © Jennifer Phillips