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Oct 2014
As nighttime befalls me,
and the ocean of darkness engulfs us all
and the denizens of the world escape to the realm of dreams,
I do not accept slumber's embrace.
Rather, I cease to breathe,
and allow my being to become one with the abyss.
For you are not with me,
I die.

But it is not that I have been overcome
by the incessant pangs of our partition, no.
My love for you is greater than love,
and never would I desire to abandon you.
Yet to be at such a distance from your perfection
tears the fabric of my very being.
For life without you can only be life,
as red without colour can be red.

So while my mortal body does perish,
my spirit withdraws itself from its corporal shell,
and instantly, it dwells with you.
For the domain of my spirit need not be traversed,
as the ethereal plane knows not space.
And when your repose falls within the gaze of my soul,
it cannot help but marvel at your radiance
which illuminates all of creation.
Thereupon it caresses you, enveloping your very being
and shielding you from all wickedness
that would attempt to extinguish your brilliance
or diminish the heavenly flames which burn within your eyes.

And with you it remains,
until the pull of the sun grows too strong,
and it can cling to you no longer.
Wistfully, it reunites with my body,
awaiting once more the fall of darkness
when it can find paradise by your side anew.

Thus every night I let death fall upon me
so that my soul can accompany yours.
And when such a time comes
that I must forever relinquish my life,
my soul shall be with you evermore.
And we shall be one,
our souls intertwined,
bound unto eternity.
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