In Time Poem by Shogunoka Ledesma III

In Time



Days passed with your vision blinding my eyes
Walking hours I float in dreams
In dreams I yearn of consciousness
In sleep I awake,
Morning is for dreaming
Blind eyes guided me in dreams.

Days passed in insatiable agony
The pain is sweet and pleasing
The elation is fleeting, yet
The yearning is not,
Unquenchable fervor
Has sought for satisfaction.

Days passed with words left unspoken
The fair skin of the maiden
Beckons for my hands to caress
The lips unscathed of
Terrible urge bitten
But all will be known
In time...

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