Unholy Obsession (Resounding Love III)

Oh what obsession!

I dreamt of our happy ending…

Early in the morning

Leaving to a far land, he was

I awoke while it was still dark.

I kissed his head and whispered:

“Let your mind be filled with thoughts of me.”

His ears:

“May you hear the words of my heart.”

His eyes:

“See my love written on my face.”

His chest:

“Your heart, a pure wellspring of overwhelming love.”

His mouth:

“Your lips, to speak the oracles of our love.”

Let me be free

Or let me die to him

I think it over and over

Is it love?

I think not.

(in those brief moments of sanity)

It is gangrene.

It is desire.

A yearning like a wilting plant

All alone in the desert sun

Plunging its roots for water

Seeking and reaching’

For an oasis so far

Holding on to the hope

Believeing its not too late

Manifestations of miracles

After all:

Not a sparrow falls,

The hairs are numbered

Black, white, grey or red

So;

The impossible seems possible.