Vocal Allegory

How do I reply?
To that bent figure. Like a statue over the bridge of the deep, thick water. It’s filled with her. I can see that clearly. Filled to the brim with her. There is no room for me anymore. As I sink to the yawning depths. And I wonder and I wander. Still and restless.

How does one fly into the sun?
Melt my wings, please, they burn
Let me travel through these waves
And be with me until my return

How do I cry?
When my eyes can’t see. Perceive such a sinking feeling or a hopeless feeling. I don’t want to want. I want to need. Want to see the vision of my own longing. For something I will never be. And yet. For the one thing that she is. Under this cloak of unsalted tears.

How do I look into those piercing eyes?
That turns me into this cold stone
Sleeping in a breathless forever
Until the awareness that I’m not alone

How do I deny?
That I am mortal. From my fickle fingers. To my longing lips. This body of mine wants nothing. Yet this mind. My mind. Is nothing, but want. And though this mortality will decay. This morality will stay sunken. Pressed into the yielding sand and rock. As the words rise to the surface.

How do I steal you, oh precious spring?
And drag you down to this dead hall
Make you love me, make you stay
And I’ll wish to never stop this fall

This descent
To the bottom
Where there is no end
And no such feelings
Of any unbidden want