When Lonelinessbecomes Waste. Poem by RIC BASTASA

the way to really feel
is always with
eyes closed

it has always been
that way
and as you travel inward
you ride in a boat
called the heart
sailing on its paddle of
beats

you hear a song
and you love it so well
you travel in this sweet
darkness

(you kiss, you fondle,
you fit in, you caress,
you dance with your
tongue,
you haggle for breaths,
you do not even say
a word
you create more tightness
like ropes round and round
the pole
of that ship)

in here you forget
everything
since the moment has
become
heaven

somewhere where you had
never been
but you think you had
been

it is happiness
it is bliss
it is not time
not a place
it is the moment
when loneliness
becomes
waste.