Poetry / The Space Between

Music and ocean fills the space between
And emptiness fills the space in me

I lay like thin broken jewels on the floor
Once masterful pieces of colored glass
Worthy of Saint Giles cathedral
Now just a pretty thing in many pieces

Like the waves on the beach
Ever coming, ever constant, thick salty and gray

Like a glass of wine served in a paper cup
Refined, seductive and bittersweet
But made less by it’s container

Everything has limits, even the ocean
But how is it mine is so vast yes small at once?
It spans thousands of miles and the contents of a letter

Like dinner without dessert or perhaps
Dessert without a spoon
A book without an ending and a bloodless murder

I’m not! I’m not! I’m not!
Yet I bare the watermark
Don’t hold me up to the light, I’m not transparent
Oh but if I were, the things you would see

Fear and doubt, fear and doubt, a heavy heart and an unsteady pulse
But by contrast also
Love and pride, love and pride, conviction and a loyalty unquestionable

The space between
If only I could fill it with me
And not things untouchable and cold

If only I could fill it with me
Warm, soft and sensitive as human nature
And as strong as human love

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