Self medication creates a bitter distance in an unsatisying marriage |
The smoke never lifts and, in it's hovering, hangs a chronic meloncholy; A hollow aching embitters my tone to pessimistic tendencies. Incessant yearning turns away my face from lover's gaze. His quick embrace and hasty kiss leave me cold but wishing - I wait for disappointment to creep between again. Tenderness goes unsatisfied, eternal - winter seems to wax and wane without ever really ceasing; yet in my heart I can do naught but hope for sun's bright glow to pierce the clouds and shun the lingering fog. And then? Banished will be the bitter cloud that blocked the light and obscured the mind as passion's light will break with dawn and glow through sunset, dusk, and night; no stars will shine, they'll hide their eyes from burning kisses and tender touch...they'll, blushing, twinkle in the rhythm of our breaths and beating hearts... ...My love, A wind of dreams I blow to you, a gust to cease the flick'ring light, to drive away the exhailed clouds and clear the mind from a lazing dust. Despondence has no place in love, nor distance' despair, nor pain. |