A score of years my truth for you <br />A life without contact captured forever now here <br />This fact silent absorbed fed by my illusion <br />Filling the raw reality of moods silent eruption <br /> <br />As I watch myself ailing aging and fading <br />The flow approaches denouement this layer cake life <br />Never any release - no -nor any single word <br />Until death bed lips mouth your conjoured name<br /><br />michael oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-and-yet/
