tricky

sometimes what fits is clear comparably
each shade of grey unintentionally casts light
where others have ceased forward motion
some try for love for both of them
and little truths are hardest to swallow
when champagne bubbles stop flat in their glass
you drink but don't taste
your hands fumble to feel
reaching out for an unfamiliar
willing love to return to exist to believe
what once believed believing
because the coldness that smothers in the late nights alone
cannot be all
           but still
                resonating
                         alive
                               where once a cement heart heard beating beside you
now at last sleep
sweet sleep
and dreams
dreams to conquer new mountains
waving toward warm smiling faces
who taste and see and touch
all the forgotten fantasies
of serendipity
and the moon