Orion Wolf
There is something that I need from you.
A laser that cuts museum glass,
Bulldozing over the flowering grass
A crowbar and the sealed tomb door
But I promise that it’s not a chore.
There is something that I am to you.
A memory, like reflections and clouded days
An old friend in an ever-marching haze
A storm looming over a neighboring sea
But I promise I don’t mean to be.
There is something that I want from you
A nest of sticks in the absence of a bird
A kiss, a smile, a look, or a word.
A conversation, devoid of regret or sorrow
But, I promise, I know I’ll spite you tomorrow
There is something that you are to me
A lesson in manners from Céline
A truth obscured in opaline
An answer that makes any man a mockery
But, I promise, I know, I’m sorry
There is something that I need from you.
An immeasurable amount of nothing
An undefinable something
Anything more than indifference
But I promise I’m more than a nuisance
There is something that I am to you.
A toy spaceship in my closet
A happenstance, a comet
A blast from an ancient past
But I promise, I know I was not the last
There is something that you are to me
A starling, both familiar and foreign
A message over oceans, a fortune
A reminder of the things I’ve left behind
But I promise, I’m trying to be kind
In the old world, on ancient land,
I’m a grave robber with a wanting hand
I should have left us in the past where we belong.