IN YOU
Greg Logsted
You sit back so contentedly
contemplating your existence.
With all of your altered expectations
and your silence that
hunts the day like dawn.
You are bathed in white light and wrapped in
mortality.
In you, the rivers run from the sea and my
soul swims discontentedly.
You are almost beyond the sky, a lasting moon
anchored
between the nocturnal
torments and the southern cross of desire.
In you, lies the illusion of the sweet summers rain
and the rainbow that lies
sleepily in its wake.
In you, lies the universe that you balance
between thirst and hunger,
between the wind and the
songs it whispers in the night.
In you, lies the distance you inhaled in order
to keep me close by your side.
In you, all of my kisses are forgotten, like
dry autumn leaves lost in the wind.
In you, lies the
answers to all the questions I fear to ask.
In you, my words fall like pebbles cast into a
vast canyon, their echoes prove useless, there
meanings are lost in your self-absorption.
Lately while you lay sleeping,
I watch the butterflies break free of the
confines of your soul.
They shake the starlight from their wings and
take to flight.
Leaving me to wonder why they’ve departed,
and just how much of my love still lies sleeping in you.
Bio: Greg Logsted is a writer/poet/window
washer who lives with his wife and daughter in