i pass on

there wasn't ever a window
that blurred my vision or
told me stories of the world
that were not true. there
wasn't ever a ceiling that
boasted its stick-on plastic
stars were brighter than
the milky way. there wasn't
ever a story that gripped my
heart so firmly in its grasp
than you and i.
there may (may there) never
be a time when your back
recedes into a misty distance
when a slow dull rain descends
upon me like a broken wing.
(will there be a time?)

i may well never learn
to unlove my heart from
this knot it's fused itself
to. i may well never move
your hand away from the
infinite gossamer strings that
move my soul into being.
if you play the music, the
air will sing, and if i can no
longer breathe i won't ask
you to stop--the way the
grass moves tells all that could
be said. if you let me pass on, i
will never find exactly what i'm
looking for