because it has been a wonder

I have written this poem out of nothingness. Nothing else of interest except that with full confidence I’m sharing it to you. Even then, enjoy as I’m enjoying dragging myself. I ought to be getting some sleep. It’s 2:30 in the morning. My sister before going to sleep had but a confused sense of what she was going to say to me. She had instinctively avoided mentioning of putting off the lights early. She had grown tired of prompting me and was seized with the despairing sense of helplessness. She knew well enough of my having kept the lights on as long as my mind does not grew perfectly drained.

Because It Has Been A Wonder

It has been one of the wonders 

For the iron heavens seemed to melt and rain down sweetness

Having done something glimmering in my empty world 

Giving a warm sense of constancy and reliance

Stealing a wave of reticence

Regaining any signs of exhaustion and contend.

It has been one of the wonders

Coz I’m apparently driven with such taste and impulse

My silence conceals far reaching resentments

Beyond further pretense of reserve

With some shred of memory

Something must be done at once.

It is madness then to withhold

To be terrified with the bliss of feelings

Thinking of confused possibilities

At other times, hiding with joy of indifference

In the stillness of accelerated beat of my thought 

I’m going to do something less definable but more exquisite.

Because it has been a wonder.

To take pleasure in the shattered fragments of expectations.

Note: This poem is a republish of my wife's original post in Friendster dated 18 October 2006 at 9:18pm