Painted Vail

Painted Vail

I was amazed

that you expected even a brush-stroked yielding

I knew what you were thinking

but I'm much harder to find

You wished me beneath your gaze

and wanted to drink of me

but I have better ways

to spend my days

and refused to submit

to being a trinket

The sound of your laughter

is like glistening sand

from deep down within a cage

as I spend desperate hours singing a soulful prowler's nocturne

waiting for the last night in our so called lives together

You'll never hear me cry

but you'll feel the earth shake

when I whisper good-bye

Yes you say you love me to my face

but there are no gentle caresses

so by a little sorcery I simply twist our fate

and I am always hundreds of feet away

August 26, 2003

Tressa Lee Breen