Speaking to YOU in ink.

I am in love with the girl with the pale green eyes and incandescent hair,
but she doesn't know me, her eyes too blinded by the cataracts of painful life.
The Princess, locked away in the dank dungeons within her realm of darkness,
waiting for a knight, her knight, to light her life with the burning heart of a star.
Her soul stranded, shackled in a landscape of grief and broken, empty promises.

My lonely soul walks barefoot over broken glass, bleeding out nostalgia,
attempting to purge my spirit of the poisoned memories and nightmares,
but no amount of blood-letting releases the festering self-hate and pain.
A frozen heart pumps violated, putrid dreams coursing through my veins,
corrupting, contaminating happiness, defiling and infecting every spark of love.

Can YOU hear my words? They are spoken in ink for YOU. Listen......

I am never going to experience the compassionate serenity of your touch.
Reaching out to hold you, my hands clasp only empty air to my chest
My lips, pouted in a pseudo kiss, waiting to feel the gentle pressure from yours
My nose unable to perceive the delicate perfumes of your fragrance
I am unable to even feel your breath rising the hairs on my neck

We exist in alternating areas of time, alternative continents and worlds
The Atlas winds of the North carry the sweet sensuous perfume of your soul,
and the whispered words of love from your heart, to surround and comfort me.
At night, I can feel your spirit-shape entwined and entangled beside mine
Your dreams invite me to your dance, to follow your flowing pirouettes  

Every night, I offer up a silent prayer to The Spinner to rework my thread,
to interlace the multi rainbow-hue strands of your future into my present.
I want to wake to watch the half-light of dawn reflecting in your loving eyes,  
to lay on the dew damp grass in your arms, watching the rebirth of the sun.
To hear you inhale your first breath of a new day, a new beginning, a new life.

Waggy 13.06.2012

(Image -  'Dreaming' by megaossa ©2012)