Gravity's Rainbow

Too long, too long
that I've dwelt
in the half way house
of the could have been
tethered to the ah-may be
baulked by the should have been.
Be it that I'll ever touch
an assuring blush of being;
and be it that I'll ever reach
that softened glow of seeing ?
A naiad will then sooth my brow
and no more will I pine
coz she'll quietly lend her words
when I am done with mine .
May be that'll make me float
unchained ,unshackled, far above ,
gathered for sure by tender arms
in the zero-pull of total love...