On and on

I think, I thought, I sink into a depression.
I see it coming but like the rabbit on a lonely highway
in the dead of night, I am paralysed by the oncoming light.
We are together but for how long?

If I reveal me to you, will you do the same?
If I cherish what is us will you be enflamed,
remaining in the sameness that is insanity where normalcy is wrecked
and the thrill of the high drives us on.

I see no other path ahead
but the road you trod is full of diversions.
There is no shortcut to me
just the pot-holled expanse that discourages many
with its enveloping weariness. I've mapped out the route
with hopes that it will hasten your approach.

Often, I think I see you in the distance moving steadily but slowly.
Then doubt makes me see you resting or turning away.
It is then that I find it so hard to tell you what I feel.
"But I endure cause I want you to love me more."

What reason?

Regretting the silence that is me,
even if by twilight's beckoning we've exchanged we've experimented,
experiencing the call of lust's fruitful labour.
By dawn we'll still be lacking what's most important.

We could try,
but still escaping the tender tendrils caress of love uninspired.
If all we do is ignite passions fire
without 1st acquiring the understanding
that is the bond of the special emotion
that help us relate in the silence that is knowing,
then we will be lost in a pseudo-reality
that exists only in our minds.

The stars know the answer to terrible fates posed question
"are you for me and me for you?"

Things we ought to see in the eyes of each other,
we don't, though the exchanged penetrating stares
lead to the pleasures that we most treasure
that many have sought after.
I fear that as I become an extension of you,
you see decay in me
eventually growing weary of what I most have to offer
or giving in slowly to the paranoia that is true love.

In the stillness of a heartbeat
I hear the slow crumbling of my resistance.
Dread creeps upon me
I understand or maybe I just won't let understanding dawn on me,
catching me napping,
giving me away,
the song of another betrayal
rises to a high pitched crescendo
and then silence.

It's a new day, a new age, I understand.
But do you?