the sadness
deep within
encroaches full
upon my soul;

attacking
centered reason,
dividing parts
that once were whole;

and magnifies itself
in true winds
blown;

ever seething;
filled --
with what I
should have known:

that after all,
my heart
is not my own.

it lives within
a hidden haunted space;
a crumbling castle;
habitat of disgrace;

bound by only
scented mem'ries of
your subtle silken lace;

unable to
pretend to be
the solid fortress --
holding course
for certain rectitude;

once again,
relenting --
giving in;
seeking you;
my destined fortitude;

as you have been
to me,
the only key;

with which I --
could unlock these chains
that held me fast,

in throes of pains,
in starkest shadows cast,
among the ruins --
of the past.

then I a last
redeemed myself,

as I found you,

lying there,
upon the cusp of
sudden tempest,
no longer
in the safety of your lair;

stirring there,
within those waters,
filled with anguish,
rapt with need;

seeking solid ground;

begging... to be found;

I heard you plead --
as you planted,
deep within me,
your blessed
sentient seed...

your voice to me,
the perfect song;
that subtle breeze,
for which I long.

within the wind,
I heard your cry;
and answered softly:

for you --

my love I can't deny.

Copyright (c) Jeff Mason