"I can't tell you the pace or direction
taken by the guiding traveler beneath my breast,
and what would you say if I could?"
I might have tried to follow the beat,
played double-time, caught up to it somehow.
I may have proved less wanting than I'm proven now,
thinking back in preference to waking up.
taken by the guiding traveler beneath my breast,
and what would you say if I could?"
I might have tried to follow the beat,
played double-time, caught up to it somehow.
I may have proved less wanting than I'm proven now,
thinking back in preference to waking up.
Your second stanza is somewhat confusing, but I think I get the general idea.
ReplyDeleteI love your metaphor. Love. It's perfect. So communicative.
I think you'll probably never prove less wanting if you don't wake up.