Tell Myself

October 26 08

Tears dropping, rippling,
In opaque seen pond beneath the fog,
Marsh strands whisper above the cloud,
Coming forth like first soldiers on a field.

Air is heavily, crowding,
I push back the curtain of it's pearl dew,
Only to meet more as they attack my skin,
Staying on my agonized lips sighing again.

Love is enclosing, demanding,
And I push back against without realizing it,
Leaning away, again, knowing the mistaking,
Lies in my head coming forth as forced truth.

Tears dropping, rippling,
After or before I've made my choice anew,
This wall created against the outside fear,
Or rather, a wall of fear I created in control.

Against hopes hoping,
Like false hopes dipping in illusive appeal,