Elucidating Questions

As the two lovers approach and the falling moon of the night pulls back his mask,

The tired one, the exhausted, the beat down,

Arrows and guns pointed at the ground just one more time,

That’s all it takes, right?

And the hand on the face as the hands clasped gently,

The music never far away from it, dangling around his neck as tears silently shed fall,

The sword the fortune, the signal of the end of the story,

Night is always followed by day.

The longest hours, climbing the towers to catch the moon,

The machines that stood to the side.

We met at the beginning too, I always loved you.

Can’t I catch you before the moon falls and save everything?

Including you?

The shards of the bullet and the arrow become flowers, plants, and shadows,

Misfired.

The moment frozen just before the words can be said, the solid figures of two just out of reach of ever having,

And the old man in the room, whose molded stories seem to guide,

The holder of the universe, the never ending teller that keeps every story together who knows all the answers if asked the right questions

That man who exists in every one, but is merely a whisper in the gaze of two who desire each other so terribly

And can’t quite reach the touch never quite grasping the hold never quite taking

One who would do anything, one who would do anything to make him see.

To wake and feel something besides nothing that the spiralling stairs and the masks and the blasts and the cards,

Behind the speech, behind the doors that open and make you speak.

So very tired, but so very much wanting to see,

To be in the same space to feel the same air, to look up and see the same skies

To feel you there,

Face to face, within arm’s reach.

If only I could hold on to you, and explain everything with nothing,

But the looks on our faces frozen in time,

When your gaze finally finds mine.