A LOST SOUL wandering dazed and alone through the shadows of the night,
A blurring intent; a past which trails the coat-tails of the future like flotsam dragged by an undertow into the belly of the sea...
The present but an eye blink; gone…
Never to be felt, never to be experienced again,
The future like a fog creeping on the silent feet of a thief,
Bent on steal the soul of the night,
Making memories of the shadowed darkness of the present,
Cruciform; poised at the dizzying height of the weeping moon,
Staring down upon the altar of fate,
Stained now with the blood of possibilities; sacrificed,
Blown like a storm of dust to cloud the birth of the prenominal,
Of probabilities shifting like a leviathan deep within the shadows of time,
Where latent power abides in the hidden forks of the future,
Quiet now, but awaiting the swirling winds of change to part this fog,
Part this curtain of silence and show the face of my destiny...
PERHAPS that dancing glimmer of light which brightens the night sky, is what I am searching for...
Perhaps, if but for a moment, I would still my racing steps and raise my eyes to the heavens,
I will be shown the wonder of a radiantly winged-beauty; divine…
Angel of my heart ascending on a plinth of light which holds the measure of my heart,
Perhaps if I pause and take a bracing breath of this luminous air,
Draw it like smoke deep into my body, into my lungs...
Deeper still, to the hidden core of my heart,
The shadowed spirit of my umbra,
The rustic bower in which I hold my soul close,
Inhaling as I do,
Inhaling spun moonbeams like shimmering threads cast upon the loom of life,
Awakening me from this dream-touched fog of formless wandering, which leaves me slaved to mid-night tides of darkness, while yet searching for the light…
Perhaps this beauty will be made manifest to me,
A light encapsulated in the perfect vision of my love,
A love so long desired;
Longed for with a poignant yearning that brings tears flowing like blood from the heart,
A vision whose allure is such that it draws the eyes…
Burning the spirit with its touch…
Seducing the body with its embrace…
The soft caress of her regard like fission of thought,
Striking an oscillating chord within my soul,
And so lay bare the essential truth of my heart,
As I hold on to hope as a talisman…
An enchantment to turn the bright eye of her regard unto the burning flame of my love...
FOR her love is all that I long for,
But perhaps more than I deserve,
Her very existence wavering like a mirage standing just beyond my futile grasp;
Hands reaching out to touch,
Yet finding naught but insubstantial shadows,
The ghost of thoughts and feelings which betray and weaken the heart,
Contented happiness fleeing like shadows before the radiant light of the sun...
So I stand as one condemned,
Condemned to an eternity of dream -shaped longings,
Of yearnings which crush without regard the breath from my chest,
Dwelling in a silence ponderously deep and as intractable as the stone sleep of a brooding mountain fastness, gripping the earth in its granite fist,
Trying and failing; fingers fruitlessly grasping at the wind,
To touch the stars, or brush the soft wonder of clouds tied like ribbons of shimmering light,
Which lay forever outside my reach...
Yet still I feel compelled,
Summoned…
Drawn -from any distance, small or great-
towards any hope of sharing her love,
Snared upon the sweet breath of life which issues from her lips, c
Clutching urgency to my soul like a stolen kiss...
To be possessed, s
See clearly the path to the fulfillment of my greatest wish,
An end to the beginnings of this dream, s
Sun like swirling clouds of silk bedecked upon the blued- steel vault of the night,
The sky painted with a medley of shooting stars...
The moon silently standing,
Bearing witness in their midst,
Swollen with caught dreams; wisps of memories to feed its pearlescent glow,
And trace the fall of my heart…
… Into the cradle of her love...
Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton
02/21/2012
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