Screens

i sat there for days,
staring into screens,
trying to love what i could not see
until at last
my aching heart
trembled itself to sleep.

a wordless wind filled my dreams,
sweeping images into place,
speaking in silent shadows.

a metaphor lifted its weightless finger
and mocked me -
even in slumber, i wept.

O hardhearted metaphor,
why can't you be something more?
more than a humble herald
that proclaims the coming of its lord?

i sat there for days,
thinking about screens
trying to see what i could not see
until at last
i turned to find

a metaphor
like me.