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.