Nightmare II

Nightmares of dreams remembered brought on by blowing wind and winter smells of you who have my heart Maybe storms and lightning Yet far more simple things have you haunting me I find no rest in smells or taste or touch Love is the very essence And yet these things make you more apparent I close my eyes more closely and see these things love made you an angel And I look in me to find something More to save me from the shackles of my loneliness Only to find no peace of mind Only darkness and memories of you. Blinding me. Like tears staining me on my inside. I can see no further, so I go no further And slumber gives me no rest. Should I submit? Should I submit to dreams made specters And thoughts that nightmares have made apparitions Yet faces like demons flash before me in the fury of things passed. My love knows no death. No pain.  No suffering. Except for this which makes me quiver. I have since felt her hands.  I have since seen her face. I have since tasted the depths of our love, as real as bone, hair, and smooth soft flesh. And yet as transparent as wind, as shadow, as sound. Feeling your lips brown, firm, seductive, pressed against my own Yet not to remember the taste or the likeness thereof when brown eyes open Love made you a ghost likened unto the wind I know not how you cometh to harm me Or goeth, as I receive you like I would receive she A ghost Eyes made to stare into my soul and feel my demise. My weeping, My tears. And these things and you make me weak, and frail needing and longing begging as cowards do in death And is this Death? is this death that visits me each night in the twilight to haunt me weak is this death that comes like flames to my heart to burn until I have none left? Death be so.  Slow death I take to see your face in dreams and visions That pass through like wind and transparent as shadows Slow death I take to see faces and visions of beautiful you you who know love and its fullness as you were to me So I close my eyes each night Enraptured in the fullness of vanishing you Waiting for love to touch love again. So I close my eyes Not concerned with heaven or hell Dreams or visions Just to touch and smell Taste and feel Of your incarnation on the wind of a dream And your shadows on my greatest nightmare... Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 01:02 PM PST   0 • 10