Waiting for the morning
to cease this endless night.
The seconds prolong
this enticing desire.

I long to touch
your beautiful face;
to see the sunrise
in your tender eyes.

Tomorrow is far away;
sleepless excitement magnifies
this excruciating wait.

I long to kiss
your beautiful lips;
to see your smile
light up the sky.

Twisted dimensions
settling upon
the straight and narrow;
deities and mortals
devising agendas
neither understood
nor abandoned.

Truths and lies hanging
from a moon sliver
feigning cosmic hope
wrestling with the ideals
of sleepless fanatics;
lullabies of the insomniacs
seeking answers.

Reflecting as I watch
the changing tides along
the shores of black sand.

I wish we didn’t exist
within the emptiness;
sleeping next to
painful memories
exasperating the void
we so desperately
want to fill.

Seeing the sunrise
in your eyes; the morning
glory in your heart.

I whispered your name
in my dreams hoping
the benevolence of time
grants me a moment
to share with you
the desires my soul
laid bare.

Celestial bliss is where
you have taken me.

No more tears,
no more storms;
my contentment
my elation, I
wait for you
to be next to me.

I love you.

My nights were endless;
the beating of rain
reminding me of all
that I lost.

My hope exchanged
for contentment;
I surrendered beneath the
weight of unhappiness,
my soul suffered behind
a smile.

I met you from a distance;
I found you interesting, the fool
within me willing to ignore this gem.
You were tender poetry; my spirit
was mesmerized.

Frightened by the notion of falling in love
again; I needed to hear your voice, to know
you from beyond the veil of
an intriguing premise.

That moment of clarity;
removing the ambiguity that choked
my heart.  This feeling of absence defined
by your missing touch.

I need you.

The rapid procession of seasons;
the dripping beads of morning dew
upon the fall leaves.

The breath of Winter on my back;
the late evening shadows waiting
to taunt me.

Staring at the sunset; amber puffs sailing
across the indigo sky. The memories
hanging like stars, waiting to fall
within the night.

Beats echoed at night;
Spirit lifted from slumber.
She awakened me.

We are so afraid to live without;
conditioned to live within.

Position unrecognized on the
plain of existence.

We are beaten by the words of men;
overwhelmed by the confrontation.

Vernacular misled innocence
into the pit of fallen souls.

We are afraid of death;
we are afraid of life.

Stricken by the truth
deceived by the lies.