Undiscovered Reality

My precious dream began and ended with you. Having this dream became an almost fatal form of pleasure. Loving you is torture in it's most exquisite form. I didnt want it to be. Unbidden into my life it came, I let it take over me. Does that imply that I was stolen? Perhaps so. I felt your feelings so intensely that I became one with thee. Like a cresent moon, I am here, but only part of me do you see. It seems like only yesterday that my heart would jump at hearing your voice. Will I ever forget the sound of your words? Will your voice in my mind become quieter then slowly fade into a whisper in the night? I have no desire for that to happen. I am deep in the abyss of dispair but still I am blessed. Some people reach the end of their entire lives without ever knowing a love like ours. Into the flames of hell I would fall for you. Satan himself would have no choice but to release me if he saw in my eyes how I crave you. As I sit here alone and ponder the exact moment we began, I feel a weakness in my stomach. Does the dawn matter when the dark of night is all that I face? It is hard for love to end, but still more difficult to wake up certain that it is gone. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 01:37 AM PST, Sheila Morgan   18 • 0 • 1