To be clear;
Once you were not real;
But my God had you created from my illusion;
What I desired but never experienced,
My thoughts were for you
Whom I did not know; a ghost;
I knew what I wanted; needed;
And you were there at every turn,
I knew that a kindred heart was beating somewhere;
As pure as my innocence;
That she would be all that was good in the world,
I felt your presence often
Waking me from deep slumber unnerving;
I would daydream of you so serene
And my heart and time would stand still,
With a beauty that shone through the skin from your soul;
And I thought be it heaven or hell;
I would walk the greatest depths;
The endless breadths;
No one would stand in my way;
I would lay waste to all humankind,
But to stand at your side;
And I died each time I awoke
Not finding you there;
And I asked myself how many others
Had tried and failed to seek you out,
But I would not stop;
My heart knew you were close;
Alone waiting for someone;
To rise up from the ashes of your annihilation
Of all those that knew not your worth,
At last I have found you;
I am here to end your wait;
To vindicate my search...
© okpoet
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
To be clear;
Once you were not real;
But my God had you created from my illusion;
What I desired but never experienced,
My thoughts were for you
Whom I did not know; a ghost;
I knew what I wanted; needed;
And you were there at every turn,
I knew that a kindred heart was beating somewhere;
As pure as my innocence;
That she would be all that was good in the world,
I felt your presence often
Waking me from deep slumber unnerving;
I would daydream of you so serene
And my heart and time would stand still,
With a beauty that shone through the skin from your soul;
And I thought be it heaven or hell;
I would walk the greatest depths;
The endless breadths;
No one would stand in my way;
I would lay waste to all humankind,
But to stand at your side;
And I died each time I awoke
Not finding you there;
And I asked myself how many others
Had tried and failed to seek you out,
But I would not stop;
My heart knew you were close;
Alone waiting for someone;
To rise up from the ashes of your annihilation
Of all those that knew not your worth,
At last I have found you;
I am here to end your wait;
To vindicate my search...
© okpoet
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