Unfinished Love

 

I'm living in unfinished love

In an unfinished world

I've been waiting on some certainty

To make my decisions for me

I'm feeling uncompleted grace

A room-temperature flame

A quiet murmur in the night

A sky polluted by the light

 

I caught a glimpse in some sacred dream

But the images escape me in my waking

I have a memory of a mother tongue

That I I've forgotten how to speak

A form too deep beneath the sea

 

It's all so uncontained

The paint's running off the frame

My deep convictions can't be proved

But deep magenta has me moved

A mystery you suddenly see

But quickly blurs

You call and hear an answer

But it's a slur

 

I caught a glimpse in some sacred dream

But the images escape me in my waking

I have a memory of a mother tongue

That I I've forgotten how to speak

A form too deep beneath the sea

 

Why would I want to go to heaven if

there’s nothing there left to give?

I would rather be forgiven than to live in

a perfect world

Why would I want to finish the feeling

of human caring – that is to live?