Letting you come to me,
has been an unseen torture-
a rip at my chest
Since the moment of your departure.
Years.
A void in my hollow womb.
A shallowness pecking for breath.
Letting you come to me
Has been, just another Shadow Dance with Death.
It has gone against my every grain,
Against the meddlesome kicking beneath my breast
Loving you like this,
and awaiting your return
It was the iron branding, embossed in fire and blood, and ice
It was the scar left mark,
that made sure, I could never rest.
I am trying to be patient,
Since you left me behind
Picking up letters,
In the ambiance of your mind.
I am trying to believe,
In the last impossible thing
I'd given credence to;
That last impossible thing, My Darling...
Was merely a chance
To Love you.
Imperfect and all.
A day by day fall. Fear and Love,
Ready to Waltz...
It is true, My Love...
I just wanted the chance for us.
Waiting for you...
Like a mother & lover's wound;
An absence maiming
To the core.
I need to talk to you
Right now in time...
Only...
It is just your ghost at my door.
Sometimes, rather than others
Feeling you dredgingly
Sometimes, I can ignore...
But it is nothing more than your voice
and the friendship
of the man I so long for...
That kills me more.
Yet in peace I rest.
Believing in the impossible,
And the fantasy of depth,
As my heart howls out for more.
She beckons.
as
I have always been a wolf summoning
drumming and howling
at our Moon.
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