Am I To Know Poem by Richard John

There are some things
Some distant things that even I
Not even I can ever
Will never be able to grasp,
To apprehend and understand.

Because they are much too
Far-reaching, outlying, too unreal
Unlike real things, like dreams
Too far gone like memories
That mutilate, dissolve with age.

Blinding with light
That which eyes can’t see
But hearts can feel
Abstract, yet I know
I feel, hear it there.

But it is veiled
Permanent behind your cold stares
Limitless though seeming finite
To reveal it is to have
It burn me within.

I cannot abate
That which flames internal
With undying vigour
Or have it not fuel your ire
But supressed, buried far within you,

Is that power to prevail which I
Don’t know, of which
I am incognizant and can’t feel
Never will, for it lies beyond my mortality
Lone to live, ever in, and to die with, you.