Poem of Dreams

Sweetness of your words entices me
once again I fall victim to your sweet melody
seduced by you I know no others
~my passion knows no bounds
spirit of my soul fades away
restrained I fly to you
imploring you to free me...
Take it, Take it all I say
for what does it matter
Life holds no meaning to me
you listen,
~ but why turn away
It is me, it is I, I
~pleading with you,
~~begging you,
~~~asking you
~will you not listen?
Hear the song I sing for you
the voice ever so
~ softly...
calling to you
Do you not know me, the true me,
who I am, who I represent?

Looking in my eyes you see
Listening to my voice you hear
The tender ballad I wish you too
while inside
~I close my eyes..
~~close my heart
as the world passes me by
Bells, heavenly bells ringing within my mind
as you enter my soul
~you plunder my mentality
pillaging my very essence of being
I rebel against you
~ striving to take back
what is mine
That hand, that oh so gentle hand
that caressed,
~that held me so close
now turns hostile as it mutely revolts
Wordlessly...
~I say what you long to hear
Yet to late as I'm driven to the truth
as through your black eyes
The verse you hum is not one of love
Not even one of concern,
~ so strongly though
Does it echo through my spirit
as your tempest withers my body
your words emulate in my mind,
~actions embedded in memory
I vow to be free of you
In life..
In death...
In heaven....
In hell......
I have no need of false realities
freed of you, I shall glide
~into
gloomy nights,
rainy days shall end
revealing that rainbow i've never seen
maybe it is all a dream
Suppose the spots I see are images of what
could be...
perhaps the lines I hear are whimpers of the wind...
Perchance there is no reality
only the whipering of your sweet melody
Wisp of an ebony night fills the air
Dismal cries of help soaring by...
mile after mile...
I stalk endlessly
wondering what became of you
Till,
I find the crismon stain of your heart
Echoes of scorn burting out
years seem to fade to days
Yet,
~the blood of time remains
Shadows grow longer as dreams are cut short
Whimpering things not meant to be
Silenced are the voices we once heard
relinquished breath render all to twilight
as all I am is set free...
Tears turn to blood of joyous relief
rapture intermingles with grief
life fills the cup given by you
as I partake of sweetened wine
~which leads to the realms of our dreams