Once More

One last time
I beg of you
for acceptance
relaxation and peace.
Love to appear
in the streets of silence
shutting down
the burning waterfalls,
the hateful shivers,
the repulsion as I
shake in fear.

One last night
I pray to whoever listens,
for me to be not alone
in the cloudless black sky,
on an empty barren field,
in the cold biting air,
where no one can hear my screams.

A single kiss,
that will lead me astray
from the mundane tasks
of my everyday bores,
the stress in steady patterns,
with intervals of painful memories.

A lonely kind of together
where the two make one,
but do not have an obligation,
no necessary explanations,
or problematic stations.

If I could wish one last wish,
to receive half as much as I've given,
to at least be heard
and understood,
or at least to understand what I hear.

Yet as hard and as intensely as I try,
I can not comprehend my indecision about where I want
my intentions to lead.
I do not want much,
yet I don't know how much of what I want,
or what it is that I would rather be,
besides with you once more.