Life’s currents have cast me out,
Indiscretion now holds sway,
Over my dissolute tower.
My body,
lies naked upon the stone,
Immoral, unreachable,
Alone.

Like a wispy breath,
The seeker within me,
Has gone forth,
To claim my identity.
I will not weep,
Stripped free of morality,
As I am.

In distant times one might see her,
walking restless lonely streets,
compassion trailing in her breeze,
A simply being of light, she fought,
against the enemies of love and loss.
Unlike a ghost or a wandering wraith,
Her eyes were not a such solemn lakes,
but lifted her love, her life, her fate.

Blue eyes teasing skies above,
till nights unknown enigma begun,
My friend, my love, my poet, my dove,
If not reading, writing or crying tonight,
Above my laptops blueish light,
Should her silken breath then kiss my ear,
my death may then be solid and real,
as her ghost of life might then become.

Something tossed on a chair
makes you mentally linger
the scent of her hair
Her woman’s whisper
her musical laughter
Now crosses your absence
So the days pass by
As you strain to listen
For her beckoning voice
In the darkening distance.

I am loving,
a wonderfully **** you,
intense in a sudden sense
where shades are drawn,
against a coming eclipse,
Sharply showing at noon.

The light streams thin,
Hungry for your face,
In a hurry to trace,
Its soft outline upon you,
A revelation in its image,
An unveiling anew.

I find too much ecstasy,
In the curve of your sun,
Too much left untasted,
Sudden salt on my tongue,
Eyes dim unable to focus,
Shadows dance, elated,

I am much too narrow,
In the coming darkness,
Breath drawn in, a scent of you,
Skin merged, as umbra’s do
My being sensed, soon it knew
I had then just willingly
Been eclipsed by you.