Sitting under this pale imposing oak
Under the moonlit azure skies
Thirsty for your love
for your touch I pine
like the parched earth
for a drop of water so divine
I am but a marionette
on love's string
I am but a pained poet
for fickle love's whim
Without your presence
My soul lingers on aimless
Incomplete,deformed,melancholic
obtrused by your overpowering need.
Is this the realization of a golden dawn?
or yet does the daunting night persist
Draped in Ethereal beauty
you appear..
But the dream shatters....
shattered by the nonchalant unrelenting truth
The bitter truth ....
As I stare out into the starlit
now velvet sky
my affections seem a malediction
yet addicted am I to this sweet affliction
Here's to love, the great sickness
the herald of eternal misery....
