As embers dress the sky

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....