A Cowardly Passion
She writes me
eloquent and flowing
sweet yet potent, the nectar of my mind
I can sense her presence
pulsing through my brain waves
forcing a state of consciousness slightly detached yet completely connected
She whispers in the night
and my eyes drift into the distance of the darkness
and my eyes drift into the distance of the darkness
feeling thoughts slip through fingertips as I search for reprise
ever present She dictates ambivalent expeditions
lyrical journeys propelled by distant melodies
She sings in foreign tongues
and although I can not remember, I know the words by heart
Her touch sends me miles away
and on the wing of contemplation I am lost in my own skin
desperately grasping for the boundaries of reality, yet hopelessly lost within
I can taste Her brilliance for She is all around me
my eyes play upon the rythms of Her song
my eyes play upon the rythms of Her song
I may be lost to the world but I have reached harmony within Her
I feel engulfed by an all encompassing glamor
the ebb and flow of which captivates and inspires
I yearn to be Her lover but feel unworthy
to dance at Her side on the tides of creation
at Her whim I would trace the sonnets of the sky
Here I wait my spirit hushed
the essence of my being transformed by Her embrace
waking dreams scribble verse over eyelids unopened
as my cortex flutters in ever vigilant composition
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