Possesed am I by thoughts of you,
Haunted by 'what if'?
I feel you laying on my bed,
Leaving your imprint.
I've said these words before,
Wrote these lines already.
Somewhere beyond a dreamt emerald dawn,
I sit with waves upon a jetty.
There I am within my mind,
Spying sinking ships of sanity in the distance,
Pondering my place in life,
Questioning existence.
To my right, a cliffside manor
Predisposed to crooked incline.
Inhabited by surreptitious haunts
Of recollections left behind.
To my left, as I said, an ocean
Of Stygian waves I wish to swim.
Diving head-first into wet abyss,
I am wrapt in aqueous obsidian.
Swimming down with no regard for air,
I see a distant luminescence.
It is beauty so familiar,
That I recognize your presence.
I reach out, so close!
As water fills my lungs.
But your skin was blue in pallor,
And from a rope your body hung.
With a cough and start I awoke,
Suffocating on my pillow.
I turned and felt about for you,
But in fact, I was alone.
No letter left no message sent,
You left mystery in your absence.
So instead I fly with Fairy Green,
Puffing pipe and drinking absinthe.
One night I know we'll meet again,
Marietta my dear muse.
In the landscape of illusions,
Where there is little value in truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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