I Have Not Felt Love

Pulling as nothing before— A tidal wave of force shows me my time, That existence to which I have avoided... Sitting in a chair, Among tattered men I wait For what, I do not know? For how long, I shall never see? Today is a day of words, Places to which I’ve walked and touched. Filling my head with images, Of flowers and birds. The trees surround me in time, And now a forest does thou lay Upon the ground in a sprout of frenzies... What is upon my watch, As the time trots on— Into a sparkling memory. With losses of my untrained fairy, Sparkling one last time.