He baits
I cast
He sets the pole
I read my book

Every day this empty vessel

overflows with meaning,

creating its own shape ex nihilo; 

self confronted by emptiness,

unravels, slightly, 

only to reweave itself again

into the tight knot I tie inside,

unwittingly,

the braided strand,

trying to hold all my loose ends together;

Love

Out of the depths of despair

You came and said that you care.

When I look into the windows of your eyes,

I see myself naked and without lies.

I feel your love and it helps me see,

The me that I am told to love as much as thee.

Do we really know

We think we know

Hunger is a strong need for food

I might have an idea as most

Based on not eating when I want

Do we really know

©Viktor Wise

A tall, singlar, white rose

Alone in a crystal vase

--The condition of my love

© 2011 Used with Permission