Poetry

Lost.
I am lost without his arms around me.
I am sinking into the slumber of the only peace I know.
Pain, pain and lost.
These are memories, things I know well, paths I have tred before.
Lost, pained, sleeping.
Slumber, repose is my safety.
I sleep, I sleep and dream, dreams of fear and pain.
They do not end, even upon waking.
I know the pain, it holds here, within my heart.
It lingers in the scars, it is a part of me.
I am consumed by it.
Always lost, always afraid.
Dreams of love linger, just out of reach.
But whispers, whispers tell me that is all they are.
Love is a dream, a myth not for one such as I...
I sink, slowly, deeper, deeper, deeper, into this pain.
This reality and tells me, that shows me.
I am what it has made me...








She holds her hand extended.
Smooth skin gleaming beneath the moon, light clinging to her.
A creature of shadows and light.
Its a truth all of us are, yet so little see.
"come to me..." she murmurs to through the chill night air.
"Come dance with me..."
Her leg moves, one step to the left, then back.
Still the hand holds extended, like to a supplicant before a king.
She is the goddess of this domain, one fair and great, terrible and beautiful.
There is an awful sort of knowledge within those wild eyes.
"Come...come dance with me."
She chants the worlds, a strange cadence to fill the night.
"Come..come to me..."
Again and again, the words sound from those full tempting lips.
Her feet move, with the unworldly grace only she possesses.
Reach, a hand reaches for hers, only to pull back again.
There is pleasure, but pain as well in those wild eyes of hers.
Shadows and light, shadows and light.
It is what we all are.
It is what we all fear.
"Come...come to me.."
It sounds, over and over, words of pleading, of command.
Words of knowledge and desire, words of fear and innocence.
She knows what she seeks, what she demands.
And yet, she does not know what attaining it will be.
The melody plays, over and over, consuming the mind.
Hmmhmm...hmmhmmmmm....hhmm...hhhmmmhmm........
Chants, melody, sounds surround and fill, music calls to the soul.
She calls to the soul.
"Come..come dance with me..."
One step forward, a hand reaches again, this time not pulling away.
It is given, the trust, trust in both what is seen and what can not be seen.
Known, unknown, fear, knowledge, pleasure, pain.
To know one thing another must come as well.
Yin and yang.