Land of seclusion.
Worlds of delusion.
I love this dream.
She sings to me in beauty.
Dying in the depth of silence
Sensual thoughts swirl over her.
Trapped by passion held in wanton heart
Mystic candle burns & blurs.
I hear the tide of death arrive
Slowly whispering as it approaches.
taking hand of lovers wrist
biting hard on heart as he encroaches.
She, my love, my heart, my cherished grief
Smiling with the stars outside
Leaving me & stolen
Not knowing how much I tried.
I love this creature, this ephemeral girl
With drops of crystal, tears a-fall
I see my fate, I see my death,
Heartache in stoned on my last breath.
As the candle burns & I seek solace
I bow my head & lie
Tell her deeply, tell her truth
That I’ll love her well, til our last goodbye.
– I’m too engrossed by her.
© ed simkins 2016