Teetering Glass

Teetering Glass

Last night I trod on fragile glass.

Teetering steps along a stairway of Escher's design

A game of hide and seek in a house of cards.

Pain a certainty;

Hurt undeniably exists within love.

And within love is contained a heart beat.

A rhythm perhaps a cliché ?.

Told to young hearts to keep them safe at night.

Or does such reiteration keep us safe ?.

Us children of the small hours

The woman I love says this cannot be

And I am awaiting understanding.

Comprehension of fact at war with and longing for actuality.

Hope is a beacon..

Stronger than any distance;

And it is this distance that. has given birth to said light .

Not withstanding what will come.

To read this is to know that now, in this almost infinite hour that stretches from here to then.

And bends my awareness to encompass what must be seen.

To avoid a bad joke masturbating is false.

In my world there is no must no should.

These vanish when trust is allowed to find it’s own footing.

We walk a strange path us two.

~ Peter Adelsberg ~