For Better Or For Worse

You're right. I am wild with life.
And I will keep burning, seeping, spilling,

knowing it might make you afraid

to fall so far the ground might even tremble-you
couldn't have that. And it's why you won't have

me. For the part of my life that matters

you have been the silence

screaming louder than my ticking

clock. If you'd only let yourself look you

would have found me looking back 

from behind a gossamer veil, 

woven with flecks of gold, asking you to follow,
beckoning you to come with the bend

of a finger and a smile that's always been 

ownerless, belonging to you. But if you ask me tomorrow,

if you finally see my wild eyes and don't look away for fear

of where they might take you, I'll have to swear it's all

forgotten. There is a too-late 

vow I'm taking today,

that you are not my whole wide world.

From this day forward you are only part

of it, for better or for worse.