The Great Interception.
Beckons closer till arrival,
That much is true,
And we strive to talk of truths.
It's foggy outside,
Come closer for I cannot see,
Singleton: Your words ensnare me.
As you parade a stark contrast to the dullness,
As your thoughts intertwine, withandwithout mine,
As all your problems, worries, doubts and sadness
Too becomes mine,
I smile inside as I watch,
The Great Interception,
Unfold and present itself,
If only for a brief time.
I smile inside as I watch,
The Great Interception duly depart -
Tearing a piece of me along with it,
And I do smile.
It's foggy outside again,
So it's time to continue the walk ahead,
Truly to nowhere,
Sadly, it becomes a trek,
But some memory, some feeling,
Is gently tugging.
Happily, I realise that something was gifted:
Not a singular moment,
But a blissful smear along a condensated window
Allowing a hazy view - through back to something new -
The Great Interception allows one more passage through...
// a Weird Fish poem
