Metaphorical

have you found yourself 
as I have, 
slipping and swaying 
at the turn of, 
the dime in your head 
cakes on the spindle 
while the syrup pours smooth, 
we'll walk in the sea of ever lending returns 
as I pull you much closer 
and wait 
for the silken dream 
that breathes your name 
your words, they smile 
but are empty inside ... 
we must stop all this fuss 
this misaligned suck-up, 
cheery frills and sloppy excuses 
for anything that squeaks like a friendship, 
they don't know you like I do 
they'd die for a closer view 
and yet, I stay 
quiet I remain, 
in frantic repose 
as I wait for the obvious to show 
and you?

Tranquility Lies