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Sleepless Longing
- Sleepless Longing -
When Dreams Arise and Memories Return…
Oh, why am I so lost that I am unable to sleep,
For my thoughts of an angel, keep me waking?
Vacant is the sensation of a single tender hand!
And dreams unbidden before my eyes do seep,
They leave me hot for love and fiercely quaking.
Is this how the visions of prophets are planned?
Whilst without my window, I hear a cold wind!
And though it is spring, I feel the solitary chill…
Carried from climes more brutish than my own.
Why cannot the gods, the sweeter dream send?
By which love like fire can burn away every ill!
I am so far from paradise, with so little to atone,
And yet my tears fall unbidden, down my cheek.
How the desires which rule me, centuries span!
Still I remember, though once I tried to forget…
The touch of your embrace that left me as meek,
As a babe in arms though I am a full-grown woman.
Yet naught of our encounter, can my will regret!
Is it so much to ask, is it far too much to expect,
That love be like an art, for two souls to perfect?
Too hotly burns the soul of one divine, fallen…
With emotions beyond the confines of the skin!
Too sweet, the face of a young maid, as pollen;
Shall I play the bee and savor the nectar within?
Love is not evil, and love is not always good...
It is what we want it to be, often misunderstood.
What matter it if the heavens crumble unto dust?
Sister angel, we shall endure forever beyond all,
Until the kin of the ancients are where man rules.
We are the trace of their passing, their mad lust!
And across the gulfs of time we heard their call,
Until for passion’s sake, we are made true fools.
Desolate are the sands where empires rose up…
Which our spirits have outlived, by several eons,
Beyond the life of stars, extinguished in the void!
You were the first maiden to bear the gilded cup,
And the emerald of your crown that sat, upon…
Your platinum tresses, my eyes can never avoid!
In wrath have I loosed: the ire of a lonely search,
For love and passion, for lust and desire fierce…
Amidst cold maids: whose desire is but for things.
Like vultures are the selfish, upon a fading perch,
For time consumes baubles, they fade with years.
Better to desire love itself, and they joys it brings!
Is it so much to ask, or too much to hope strong,
For love to conquer all, so I’ll sing my joyful song?
Too brightly burns the light of stagnant reason…
When what is needed is the instinct we all hide!
Too often does desire commit its’ own treason;
Why not, then, with the winning team thus side?
Passion is not wicked, nor is it righteously pure...
It is what we want it to be, if we no longer ignore.
Sister angel: since you are more in God’s esteem,
Then say that I have never given up my seeking…
Knowing only true love can redeem me in the end.
Let there be sent unto me, one sweet as dream…
A maid of kindness rare whose love is not fleeting!
Only a kiss by her lips can: my painful thirst, mend.
I am a jealous spirit, and will have love for myself!
Too long have I seen others enjoy: what I crave…
I am a generous spirit, and will give all in my heart.
Love me and we shall be one, far beyond the self!
Never have I partaken and not bountifully gave…
Do not fear to love me, nor from that love, depart.
Let a good maid hear those words and be moved,
And, Sister angel, know all my memories return…
Stronger with every passing day do I thus awaken.
What I am, I am and it cannot ever be removed…
Too long have people despised me, love to spurn,
But I shall have my due, the fruit of love unshaken!
Is it so much to ask, is it too lofty to aspire like so,
After ones’ dreams, when the morning wind blows?
Too thickly: are we lost in our complex mores…
Whilst all the gods look down on us, and laugh!
Too harsh the cages that we build of cold force;
But, need the hour of liberation be divine wrath?
Desire is not wrong, but it is not always right...
It is what we want it to be, in the heat of the night.
When Dreams Arise and Memories Return…
Oh, why am I so lost that I am unable to sleep,
For my thoughts of an angel, keep me waking?
Vacant is the sensation of a single tender hand!
And dreams unbidden before my eyes do seep,
They leave me hot for love and fiercely quaking.
Is this how the visions of prophets are planned?
Whilst without my window, I hear a cold wind!
And though it is spring, I feel the solitary chill…
Carried from climes more brutish than my own.
Why cannot the gods, the sweeter dream send?
By which love like fire can burn away every ill!
I am so far from paradise, with so little to atone,
And yet my tears fall unbidden, down my cheek.
How the desires which rule me, centuries span!
Still I remember, though once I tried to forget…
The touch of your embrace that left me as meek,
As a babe in arms though I am a full-grown woman.
Yet naught of our encounter, can my will regret!
Is it so much to ask, is it far too much to expect,
That love be like an art, for two souls to perfect?
Too hotly burns the soul of one divine, fallen…
With emotions beyond the confines of the skin!
Too sweet, the face of a young maid, as pollen;
Shall I play the bee and savor the nectar within?
Love is not evil, and love is not always good...
It is what we want it to be, often misunderstood.
What matter it if the heavens crumble unto dust?
Sister angel, we shall endure forever beyond all,
Until the kin of the ancients are where man rules.
We are the trace of their passing, their mad lust!
And across the gulfs of time we heard their call,
Until for passion’s sake, we are made true fools.
Desolate are the sands where empires rose up…
Which our spirits have outlived, by several eons,
Beyond the life of stars, extinguished in the void!
You were the first maiden to bear the gilded cup,
And the emerald of your crown that sat, upon…
Your platinum tresses, my eyes can never avoid!
In wrath have I loosed: the ire of a lonely search,
For love and passion, for lust and desire fierce…
Amidst cold maids: whose desire is but for things.
Like vultures are the selfish, upon a fading perch,
For time consumes baubles, they fade with years.
Better to desire love itself, and they joys it brings!
Is it so much to ask, or too much to hope strong,
For love to conquer all, so I’ll sing my joyful song?
Too brightly burns the light of stagnant reason…
When what is needed is the instinct we all hide!
Too often does desire commit its’ own treason;
Why not, then, with the winning team thus side?
Passion is not wicked, nor is it righteously pure...
It is what we want it to be, if we no longer ignore.
Sister angel: since you are more in God’s esteem,
Then say that I have never given up my seeking…
Knowing only true love can redeem me in the end.
Let there be sent unto me, one sweet as dream…
A maid of kindness rare whose love is not fleeting!
Only a kiss by her lips can: my painful thirst, mend.
I am a jealous spirit, and will have love for myself!
Too long have I seen others enjoy: what I crave…
I am a generous spirit, and will give all in my heart.
Love me and we shall be one, far beyond the self!
Never have I partaken and not bountifully gave…
Do not fear to love me, nor from that love, depart.
Let a good maid hear those words and be moved,
And, Sister angel, know all my memories return…
Stronger with every passing day do I thus awaken.
What I am, I am and it cannot ever be removed…
Too long have people despised me, love to spurn,
But I shall have my due, the fruit of love unshaken!
Is it so much to ask, is it too lofty to aspire like so,
After ones’ dreams, when the morning wind blows?
Too thickly: are we lost in our complex mores…
Whilst all the gods look down on us, and laugh!
Too harsh the cages that we build of cold force;
But, need the hour of liberation be divine wrath?
Desire is not wrong, but it is not always right...
It is what we want it to be, in the heat of the night.
Published 30th Jan 2013
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- Edited 30th Jan 2013 10:21am
30th Jan 2013 10:19am
I know what it is like to be sleepless, though all I long for is to see you happy, mother. Your yearning is powerful, like an all-consuming fire that dies not! Whomever is meant for you, they will be lucky to have you for their beloved. I hope you find such a one soon, and my prayers... as always... are with you. I must commune with the Goddess tonight by the sacred flame. Perhaps I will have another vision as I did last night! I too cannot sleep.
30th Jan 2013 10:41am
Thanks for stopping by to read my poem, Laurie! Anyhow, yes I just cannot sleep at all tonight, for the life of me. Too many things on my mind, I suppose. I wonder what you see, in your visions? I mean the ones you don't tell me about. We'll have to talk about them sometime, sweetie. :)
Anonymous
30th Jan 2013 12:00pm
Hehe I love poems about angels lol xD so self centered I am.
Very awesome Jessica, I'd say something about longing like Laurie but I don't really talk like that so I don't think it would work very well.
Good luck on finding your angel Jessica, I'm sure they're just around the corner. :)
Very awesome Jessica, I'd say something about longing like Laurie but I don't really talk like that so I don't think it would work very well.
Good luck on finding your angel Jessica, I'm sure they're just around the corner. :)
4th Feb 2013 4:28am
Ah, that's just as well kiddo! Laurie seems to have gone loony on me lately, so I'm VERY happy that you aren't like her. Lol. Always stay just as sweet, and lovely, as you are, Angel, and never change. :)
