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Unrequieted Thoughts
Jack Patrick
14 Jul 2003
Audiophonics flow through my head
Like foaming waves buffeting upon the beach,
Back and forth, to and fro.
Providing solace for my aching head
And my bewildered heart.
Images of fancy dance in my eyes,
Whilst the lids shut out harsh light.
Fire dancers with streaming ribbons
Flock playfully about and shuffle in time.
I dance with them, but only half-heartedly.
As the guitar strings reverberate
In my soul, I feel sadness and longing.
I smell her still, even alone, in darkness.
Her scent traveling through every bound
To seize upon my memory, a tempest
Flooding back to greet me, unbidden.
Fleeting memories fall back into place.
I remember her hair, how I longed to touch,
The curve of her neck that I urged to kiss,
And her smile that I tried so hard to elicit,
But what never was blessed to behold.
The beat drums its fingers upon my head.
Da dum da dum, I tried all the tricks
in my arsenal to see that smile show.
Da dum da dum, Now I yawn with exhaustion,
And ponder if I should ever try again.
Here I sit with only my thoughts for company.
I argue with myself, I name call,
To myself I debase and proclaim stupid.
What would compel me to such a quest,
A journey to seek affection requieted?
Simple, I should say, after debate.
It was something I thought I saw,
Through fateful glance or fortunate timing,
In her eyes I saw limitless beauty,
And called in a flawed hunch, jumping headfirst.
If a rose could share sympathy,
I am sure it would shed a single tear
For little stupid naive me.
My affections remain even under banishment,
But even still, if preferred a choice, naive shall I be.
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