Forgive Me

Forgive me for what I am not

For it makes no sense to be

That which I cannot visualize

Or that which I cannot see.

Forgive yourself for what you cannot

Do, be, say, imagine or see

There are stories waiting to be written

That need not be about you and me.

For in the dark and jaded days in the sun

There are no spaces of warm soft light

There are no places we can watch a sunset

In the concrete jungle of the night.

In a world turned stunned, dreadful, this is a plea

Forgive me for what I do today, only to set you free.