Come...

Let me give you a dream,

Let me make love to your senses.

Let me soothe your soul

And grant your spirit

A resurrection,

Amidst the ashes

Where you and I stand

I do not love you.

I cannot do so.

I have left all my

Unease behind

Because…

…For once,

I want to be with you

Without the chaos

Of my thoughts

Guarding my presence

Warning me of you

Without the rustle

Of silk and cotton

It is not that I desire

I want to weave

A new starless sky

For you and me

With the warm golden flame

Of the candles of our dream

I will not turn back

Because I know you have left.

I know…

…You were never there.

You do not exist.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

19:56