You have gone…
And I am ill in my longing
Writhing; my dreams colliding
In the give and take of you
Each breath holds you
Just out of reach
Each vision flames
With a fire I cannot touch
You are my passion
My torment
Wrapped in the air of refusal
Sealed tight against my persuasion
You are the shadows that dance
Setting flame to my serenity
You are gone from my sky
Gone from my earth, gone from the wind
You have gone…
And I am stone cold in my hunger
You are the spider in a web of illusion
A slow ripple across cool green waters
You are the birds that sing on high
The apple, blood red and ripe for picking
You are my sin
My ruin
Bound by the stings of hypocrisy
Steeled to the songs of my regard
You are the echo of desires
Rewinding through the ash of my dreams
You are gone, gone from my sky
Gone from my earth…
You have gone…
And I have but this…
This heart wrenching, mind splitting ache
I have but this…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. Very well written.