The Offer

I close my eyes and I see storms rolling into winter…

Perhaps I can
Drown in the depths
Of your silence
Dance in the rain
Of your mirth
Tiptoe the outlines
Of your lofty dreams
Trail the history
Of your heartbeat
Waving in the undertones
Of the dim light

Perhaps I can
Tail the paths
Of your insatiable fire
Or roll off hill
Hearkening to the thunder
Of your frustrated summon.

Age in the weariness
In your eyes
And fold into the wrinkles
Of your agony,
Dejection in stone

I, however, shall not stand
then dive into the maze
Of your misgivings

4:32 PM 4/3/13