Monday, February 21, 2011


I wait for thee, my beloved
With longing unrestrained
The darkness grows beyond bearing
I yearn for thy sweet embrace
When thy cold lips kiss my forehead
Alone shall I know peace
Delay no longer, I beseech thee
For now regret I have none
A moment if allowed to escape
Will snatch the rays of the sun
'Tis an irony, a jest I hate
That men control naught of fate
The one holding must let go
And the one letting go holds
So I seek thee, my darling
Release me from this void
This ordeal, this abject surrender
This continuum of consciousness
My tired eyes can bear no more
Arise, I pray & liberate me...

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