Time
cannot run at the rate of my mind…
The waiting is not always easy,
Some
part of me gets lost
You see,
in between the pale
Moon
rising, and the time when
I know
you’re not expecting me.
Panic is
the way to reach me,
Said the
man who had no clear
View, so
what the hell is wrong
With
wanting? It’s not as if you
Had no
real idea or itsy bitsy
Tiny
little clue, how my eyes
Can no
more wander, since
They set
their sights on you.
I’m no
fool, but I can offer
All the
signs of a top class nut,
Since
the bell rang me to dinner,
I’ve
eaten nothing quite so filling
As what
I see inside of you.
So here
again, I have no
Answer,
for all my efforts to be
A
patient man, would I grieve so
Much if
Eros, fled before he brought
Me unto
you, fascinated by the
Details
of how my arms could
Hold
onto you, and feed the
Needing
that burns my soul.
Often
times the way is balanced
Moreover
though, it favours doubt,
What
will come and what be
Lost to heaven,
when the path
Lead not
your way, but out and
Into the
far gone hills, a grief
That
knows no bounds of healing
When all
I ever want is you.!!
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