I Love You

Three words that mean nothing

Dusty syllables of strained voice

Silent to me

            Always so to you

Harmonics of dry, frigid nights

Never sounded, but with no cost

Articulating hollow nothing will

            Not create

Part of my conscience stowed away

Freud would not comprehend

Deranged complexes haunt me not

Specters of delusion, borne of want

Reality is pale

                        Mine is not

Hope springs eternal, human glory

Rational thought pushed aside

Half phrases interrupted by

            Purple Passion

Mind sunning in hazy rain

East rising and falling into West

Straight paths of Mobius strips

Physical goes on

            Soul cries mute notes

Prisoner of reality

            Staring at Doves

Spirit falling and rasping nothing

                                                Into Darkness