Saturday, October 9, 2010

Lyrical Wanderings

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
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
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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