where I reside

 

a smoldering fire,

lacking tinder,

dies malignant within me.

it is the yearning to love

that has lost its flame,

 

a precious jewel,

devoid of  luster.

 

yet I continue to live,

amongst the remnants of myself,

finding solace

only in my creed.

 

behind the tapestry of my thoughts,

against the backdrop of my fantasies,

I dream of a better existence,

 

where I reside, absent of form.

 

occupying with,

melting into,

the one I love.

 

feelings invade my center

as we become whole

and treasure each minute

time unfolds.

 

beauty thrives within us,

as serenity germinates about.

 

in an instant we are the heavens,

our love reaching for the infinite.

In another,

we exist as mountains, standing in unison

against a hazel horizon,

 

the setting sun draping our cliffs,

like a golden robe with no beginning or end.

 

in knowing there is no validity,

no perfect world,

I am torn awake,

drowning in a flood of my own sadness.

 

but I arise, not to familiar surroundings

but to a figurine, a princess in disguise,

an out stretched hand meeting my cheek,

and rose petal lips caressing mine.

 

In revelation I discover,

what is, never was

that the fantasy was truth,

as I lay weeping before my lover.

 

the smoldering fire

that was malignant and dying

now burns feverishly with desire

and a yearning to love.