Lover of the Light

Inspired

It's in the imitations of the night that I hear

Calls from my heaving hollow cast,

there from which I can surface and stare

 straight into the numbing blind;

Make out the muffled shadows    myself

and allow my mind to linger and rest on the course of

 your flickering face.

Oh, the perils of haunting fixations.

It's in closeted self hatred and remembrances at these

mocking heights that render 

me helpless and 

I, 

missing, your sanguine eyes.

I want to pierce the silent veil,

draw you closer into the shadows, a crowned seat in the silence where together we can

Gaze upon the starless infinities and try make something beautiful from within ourselves...

Wait!

Please wait for me while I collect my s cat

ter e d thoughts-

Wait!

Please make me not one of the numbers but as the brightest in the dying constellation

"Wait."

Please believe me when I say it's the closest I've gotten and the quickest I've shied

WAIT!

Please remember me when you close this chapter of us and 

wait--

Please.

Please tell me you'll give it a try.

Author's Note

Hmm...it's a little spastic :o

Reviews

[Liban Jibril]

I love this. That's all I have to say.

[alltheloveabove]

Merci :) hope you're good!

[Liban Jibril]

I miss you a lot right now... And I hope you're good too :)

[Glen]

........sometimes life is a little spastic.....you write beautifully!

[alltheloveabove]

thank you!