Peering fervently out past the window pane
Perception blurs from the tears or the rain
A life sublime lived out only in the mind
As if groping the world with eyes that are blind
Days of ecstasy, fantasy lived out inside
Passions well up she can no longer hide
A hand presses the glass, places hers there, too
Is that a touch she feels, a heart flutters anew
So palpable she can nearly discern a breath
Hers held in disquietude, as still as death
With halcyon flair desires are unveiled
A soul's deepest longings at last exhaled
Drawn to that window is the moth to the flame
Bound by indiscernible confines within the frame
Wings finally set free and outstretched to fly
But, only beating the glass, can't touch the sky
Another night comes with unease and despair
Waits for the morning for she knows he'll be there
With the sunrise new ardor, in bliss once again
Implications of substance with no promise of when
Minutes, hours stand still, yet time hastens on
Reaching to grasp onto something before it is gone
Vexing doubts creep in to unsettle the soul
This half-life lies waiting to salvage its whole
Images fade as though the words were untrue
Her door is unlocked, yet he won't pass through
Frail heart keeps beating in imperceptible pain
She closes the curtain, stumbles inside again
 [.Dieing.Inside.] · Thu Apr 26, 2007 @ 01:02am · 1 Comments |
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