The Little I See

What little i see of the twinkle twinkle between the tree and the wall,
Once used to be more than the little it is…
This minimal twinkle twinkle was once much much more,
More of a grand twinkle sparkle,
A ragged glitter ribbon that cuts my thoughts into twinkle shiny pieces, a thousand times over until they twinkle trickle inspiration into my mind…
What little i see shines out of my eyes as a reflection of these city lights…

What little i see of the love in your heart betrays the facade of hatred you apply in my presence… What little i see of the kindness with which you paint your voice betrays the exhaustion you feel for this pretence… What little i see of the peace in your soul betrays the chaos you are at war with in every aspect of yourself… What little i see of you betrays your escape, to your guitar and your books…
What little i see of a change in you betrays your fruitless search for meaning and solace, all in the wrong places…
What little i see of your conclusion betrays that you have not found an answer, or a reason, or even a question…
What little i see of the nothing you have found betrays the mistake you made: What little you saw in me…
What little you see in me has had me removed from you for all intents and purposes…
So i continue to watch the little i see, peaceful, content, inspired and unhurt…
Hoping that maybe one day you may see more than the little you see in me,
And that is the little i see…

“And a sudden plunge in a sullen swell, ten fathoms deep on the road to hell.” ~Abney Park – The Derelict