Invisible Mass

I am the air.

Underneathe

          the rush

          of traffic on concrete

streets...

lifting dirt and dust

adding wings to the speed

          of your naked feet.

 

I am the sigh.

In your sorrow’s heart

         inside the suicidal lung

the self-defeat

         when you concede

         to breathe

never noticing me

or ever hearing my song

         in wind-chime times

a summer’s relief

cooling your face from her

         heat....

 

Do not say

I am the purpose

         or the space between

         the dagger and your heart

which continues to freeze...

the reasons why

         our love retreats

         plunging a death-blow

         a quick hand’s woes

so neat, so clean,

your departing - so discreet.

 

I am the air.

you never notice me.

         touching

         your sable skin, once

but we never begin

naught ever your glee...

invisible mass

         unseen with dispair

waiting for you to care

there are tears, here

although

         I am the air...  unseen.

Reviews

[Rain]

Some very powerful lines. A poignancy that I look for...genuine, not manufatured for effect. Good piece. Rain..