hot the coals you haul me over
cold the world i leave behind
echoes of the supernova
in your eyes or in my mind
caught in sticky webs of words
i wove and weaving made untrue
thoughts of love and bees and birds
won't help me prove my worth to you
beneath the sun this new and shiny
world you show me soothes my soul
beneath the moon remains a tiny
shard of hope you'll make me whole
meanwhile i must wait. you'll never
cannot
tell me for how long
promises of love forever?
or an echo
just an echo
nothing but a pale echo
of some other
old love song
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers