A Galapagos of My Very Own

Your silence surrounds me
like a tattered coat in a winter storm.
Thoughts plaguing my
continued desire of a reunion with you.

Has it finally happened,
little fish marries the big fish,
or have you finally found
your little piece of the Galapagos?

Do you now laugh
that I had actually payed attention,
that I have learned
the ways of your once & now conflicted heart?

Twenty & more years ago,
you'd captured my heart with your eyes.
I can't stop the thoughts,
and I'd then written these words to you:

And rapture in your smile
like the time of my trials --
won't you help me along
to the end?
Endanger my past
with a wave of your stance,
will you make it the time
that we spend?

You have one to consider
when thinking of life
and lost touch with half
of the whole.
Well, maybe if we, or maybe if you....
Oh, hell. Can I start over
again?

May I bring you a flower
in the night for a while
and start a fire kindled
only by love?
If we find it's all right,
we can make it tonight,
and I'll try not to
fall out of bed.

Will you now leave me here
caught in the center of that storm?
Can't you just tell me
what lies in your mind?