Wishes and Reality

Remenants

Tears and Faith

Recollections

Scribbles at Midnight

It was midnight when I had called,

Your behavior left me appalled,

Day by day, I lose you a bit more,

I wonder, for us, what the future has in store.

I am trying to make you smile,

But success has been out of reach for a while,

What more do I say or do to reach your heart again,

All I feel is a dull pain.

Step by step, you retreat,

As I clench my fists and watch in defeat,

I know you understand that what we have is real,

But this distance between us is becoming corporeal.

I know you have changed,

The distance and time have slowly caused you to be estranged,

I see you confused and hesitating,

To rekindle our love, I am, waiting and hoping.

A brief interlude

Good and ill, both have had their turns,

I wish I could understand for what she yet yearns,

Gaze into her eyes and you shall know,

She is strong and intoxicating as the finest wine from Bordeaux.

Rich is her soul, complex is her mood,

Rises and falls, a brief interlude,

A single kiss from her is an enchantment,

Her touch, decadent.

Yet, A facade behind which all the pain she hides,

Nary a soul, in whose ears she ever confides,

Strength that defies steel,

She walks tall in those heels.

A hug and a kiss are all I can offer,

In this materialistic world, alas I'm a pauper,

To see her happy and make her smile,

I shall accept any Herculean trial.

Desolate desert of my heart

Near and Far, beneath the grains of a fallen star,

Is the desolate desert of my broken heart,

Mixed with the broken pieces of Sterope, are the ashes of my hope.

my words, unexpressed, 

my love, unproffesed,

Her chosen's reputation, perfidious,

Her reaction, oblivious.

At every betrayal she faced, silent tears,

A slow realization of all my fears,

In the end, broken and scarred,

She disappeared.

Near and Far, searched for her in places known and obscure,

Until,

Hope shattered, prayer cruelly answered,

Her tear stained eyes held no accusations, would ask no questions, ever.

In the desolate desert of my broken heart,

My refuge of reverie, remains the compendium of her memories,

Ephemeral, the tenderness of her kiss,

Eternal, the warmth of her breath against my skin.