Wings Of Fire

Into the dark corners of desire,

long left standing upon 

the un-swept floor of secret yearning 

have I strived to press your memory away.

 

Which over time of endless days

and with a heart now callused

by the emptiness of self deceit,

have I sought that you should 

vanish from my mind 

and torment me no longer.

For I long to love again.

 

But all effort is vain,

for in the weakness of quiet moments 

my strength and will are nothing

as the softness of your beauty rises

upon wings of fire, illuminating 

every inner passion… and I burn.

 

And you become as if real before me,

and in the cloak of moonlit night

I tremble at the vision of your eyes before me.

I gasp in shallow breath as the dream

of your lips touch softly upon my skin

and I am helpless… and I am yours.

 

Knowing that when I wake, I shall rise alone

 and in pointless effort walk into the sunrise

of yet another day wherein…

I shall strive to forget.