Departures

I get lost
Somewhere it seems
In the morning green
And the midnight blue
The blissful ins
And the aching outs
Of the wide eyed me
And the pensive you
The hot and the cold
The yin and the yang
Undispersed in it's origin.... from where it all began

And now without question
A mutter...or a yawn
I'm stunned here in the silence
Was it a game?
I seem to be the pawn
The brute....so cold and calloused
To the damsel in distress
You said "Let me be your hero..."
Now I must possibly... reassess
All of our comings....and our goings
You've lost the gentle art
Of candlelight and conversation
In these matters of the heart.

You like it existential
Never really taking part
We are Ansel's...."Rose and Driftwood......"
My heart's desire is... "state of the art"
As you carefully measure out
The emotionally complex components
But might I ask" Where is your heart?"
You..... engulfed.... in winter white
Standing on the side
And oh....so a la carte'

And me....all technicolor
Rainbows and bluebirds
Dancing in the light
As I try to express
My pleasure in the blend
Though I never acquired a taste..... for all that compromise
We're drifting
And I'm longing for the gentle art
Of candlelight
And conversation
In these matters of the heart.