The Agony of the In-Between

How do I address you,

friend so dear,

I—hounded by

time's onward press—

in seeking

comfort at your breast:

What strength

have I to speak my fear?

Is it welcome that I

be so bold?

"Love is basic"—

convention's creed,

"Be cautious!"

conscience does proceed,

tense, beset;

am I ever free?

Knowing the untried

is agony,

when opposites

share company.

My concern?

That there's a greater more,

Something better

is new in store

than what was once

could come to be!

Wonderful, that

what was yet not,

could come true

for those who've sought.