Four

(Ian Edwards)


I am prepared
I need you intensely
I'm falling
losing your altitude
I'm crying
insane and raving madly
but I live on in solitude
How could I ever learn
from this act?
How might I perceive
a new ghost
My heart differs from passion
and maybe fact
My mind needs those eyes
which look crying upon mine
Mysteries
black and gold
in the middle
saying to me
I need your rope and line
to pull you
to pull you
to pull you
to pull you out a little