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I have exhausted my store of happiness?
It seems my joy has come and gone, I am a person out of time, born to late.
I reach out to take hands that are already full, hearts at capacity, she is spoken for and taken.
I fallen out of synchronicity with desires and needs, I no longer have the ability to distinguish a tree from the forest.
The heart wants want the heart wants and it cares not for details nor significant others, it does not recognize dogged structure.
I am being held hostage by the beautiful unavailable, that now seeks unmentioned ransom.
Will I be a one man show in a one act play, untuned instruments,will I find hands not full, hearts with space for a lonely traveler?
There be a warm spot next to me, waiting and wanting to be filled by she, that flower that needs a little help blossoming.
Is this wicked karma paying visits to the uninitiated who have forgotten past transgressions and unadulterated affair?
Good times indeed come and go, I guess I’m left waiting for the return, waiting for this light that shines from my heart to pierce this perfect darkness and find she who’s heart light has pierced perfect darkness.
I won’t pretend to be on bent knee waiting for she that this Earth does not know, passing season while she that this Earth does know waits for me.
No more sitting by closed window in candlelight as if waiting on payment due, I will move out to collect.
Though unavailable does not make she unlovable.