Cry for me and I will weep for you,
my love my dear.

Lust for me and I will long for you,
luminescent essence of my soul’s darkening twilight.

The passion of my love,
will not set with any falling sun.

For every eve’s tide,
ushers with it a wave of need.

Can you hear my words carried on the whispered winds,
as if a seraph begging for your touch?

‘Twas score or more,
since I felt your love?

My timepiece is a poet’s hourglass,
dripping sands of time into forever.

Is this what life calls for us my dragonfly,
the everlasting anguish of our lonesome wounds?

I wish upon my star,
to hear my pleas.

“Your breath is my life,
and your heart is my light.”

I utter this orison,
to any deity who would grant me you.

But the essence of my entreaty,
can not pierce the fabric of my nous’ net.

Nor does it carry upon the whispered winds,
as before scribed.

No it simply falls,
sullen and lifeless upon the earth.

Longing to be heard,
as I long for you.