Width of Belief


The length of yearning
is two oceans and a continent wide.
I measure its dewy breadth
in hothouse nights,
stained with salt and tears.

The height of loneliness
is a round trip to heaven and back
leaving me breathless
and hollow, sounding only of echo -
answering myself.

The duration of pain is the time it takes
no more and no less,
Each grief tattoo fading at its own pace
from purple to yellow to pink
from hurt to health, eventually.

The size of love is infinite,
of course, because of its miracle.
The more you give away
the more you have.
In my greed I offer you all I have.

This poem is in the collection Breathing for Clouds, you can get a copy HERE.

©2009 Christopher Reilley

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