Expectations are heavier than
The airy, light petals
Of optimism.
But significantly less
...
The perennial moonlight
Of your dimly lit
Spirit
Wandered, haunted me
...
You spoke flowers and
Sang light.
Yet as you were absent,
The wilted, hollow cave
...
I want to bathe in the stream of your
touch.
Should you ever escape
The confinement of my memories,
...
A phantom caress slides off my memory.
These arms reach out for an outline
Made of clouds,
Soft, intangible, enticing,
...
Growing up
Is a revolution of the soul
The evolution of the body
Embrace it
...
Alone With You
My corporeal entity
Stands right next to
Your alluring essence.
I silence my own thoughts
In a baffled, despairing admiral,
To welcome your peculiar dissertations.
Regardless of my ethereal persona,
Your introspections convey in me
An ineffable ataraxia,
That I cannot quite grasp.
Yet your presence,
Such grandeur, such eloquence,
Such rare demeanor
Accentuates my alienation,
Isolated from the world
Where I came into existence.
A world of never ending expectations,
Of hopelessness, rejection,
Infatuation.