I climb upon your faults
Footfall following footfall.
Your faults,
Those shining beauties
So bright, when compared
To extinct love:
Words meaning nothing.
But fault? Forever’s being,
I can cling to these crags
Feel there dying breaths:
A living blemish
Like upon an apple
Making it’s red so read
And real.
Perfection’s last gasp
Blown like paper in a gust,
Crumpled and tarnished,
It will not fall.
Your faults are you;
Hieroglyphs on an ancient page
That which defines us all.
Dwelling in silence and reaching
To touch upon your faults,
I can stay until I die
Never saying I love you;
What a waste of breath.
Simple shining beauties,
Divining a way for all.
John Segon-Fisher
Jen Whyte
Oh John this is a real cry from the heart … so sad yet so beautifully written. We all have our faults though my dear!
loramae
John…this feels almost like a two-edged sword…”I can stay until I die”...hmmmm…. :O)