I want to read and learn all I can, write thoughtfully and truthfully, live according to reason and ever more mature wisdom, and savor every wonderful little gift of life.
Entreaties will not swindle me again.
Those clouds are yours, not mine, and at their gray,
cloaking shadows, I end and you begin.
I see, now that I’m grown, this is my skin;
I need to be the molder of my clay,
not twisted by your hands, not trapped within.
Love alone is good; joined with need, it’s sin.
This symbiosis slowly kills its prey;
Only its end will let us each begin.
This is my untangling. We can’t win
life’s race three-legged. I break away—
but fear you’ll fall; still, I’m trapped within.
No. I release you to your horizon,
while I follow my own. We’ll know, this way,
where one of us will end and one begin.
We’ll find untangled love frees us within.