When I look now
Across the table,
I see light
Reflecting bright
In eyes that tell,
Of knowing somehow
The best of life
I’ve yet to live,
And dubiety held
Her being, soon expels!
When I look now
Across the table,
I see light
Reflecting bright
In eyes that tell,
Of knowing somehow
The best of life
I’ve yet to live,
And dubiety held
Her being, soon expels!
Must I forever hear
That willful silence,
Ever waiting
For an utterance
That might exude,
A sign of life
In words though few,
I’d endure suffer rude…
If dubiety deigns mute,
Might I propose
Recourse astute,
In shades betwixt
Verbose prolix,
Or emptiness imposed
In baleful silence…
A word I so implore,
Albeit beneath
The aural norm,
Matters not unclear
If but to hear,
Save from a silence
Of gratuitous veneer,
On the other side of bliss! ode to PHLOG IT camera girl