"Listen... again"

@Uootem

Listen... very carefully... please
                          listen with your heart
                                              not your ears... not your mind
          to the words silently spoken
                                  between the lines
                                                  written here by
                    a hopelessly romantic fool...
                                                    who thinks he is a cleaver poet.

dream in his vivid imagery and color,
                        for he is a lover of love,
                                              somewhat cyclical at its losing
          but trying to be a truth-sayer...
                                though blinded to the reality of today
                        for the pain of which
                                        his fragile heart could not bare.

his words will seem so strange
                            to someone who is still sane
                                                for they are spun from nothing
                                        nothing that exists anymore,
                        but everything to him
                                          for it is bled from deep within his heart
              onto the blankness of this austere white page,
                                                              filling each emptiness found
                            as if to eliminate his fate... his anonymity:

ponder upon the true meaning of his words,
                                                  on his secrets once kept in his soul,
                            that have quietly simmered
                                      in the coolness a moonless sky,
                  as if the past and future were the same...
                                              he can no longer make the distinction
                                between memory and futile hope.

this night he writes
                  and will fill another page for you!
                                  as love once shared sleeps in beds
                                                            separated by time and space...
                                        this night he writes... again
                              hopes and dreams... again
              feels the pain of longing... again
waiting for you to return again...