Cracks

I would wash your feet
I could watch the sun set with you
Sit and hold you, as we watch the sunsets fade
Drink our sludge with sugar
As the people pass us by
Hear the actors play out their parts
Striving against a difficult world
For a dream that can be seen
but is hard to touch
and harder to grasp
There is a crack breaking into my life.

I dream of you so much
but still you do not realize what you do to me
You think you are touched
but do you feel your hand on my heart?
I know you were first to love
but must I be last?
Has our love fallen through the cracks?

The age old tale of
so close, yet so far
is writing me now.
I can see that everything in my life
is a metaphor
You can see it too,
if you only look through the cracks in your heart.

-Miostiek, 8/19/95