Woman With Midnight Hair

I close my eyes in passion as I glimpse the

woman with midnight hair.

Dark brown eyes of age old wisdom.

I fear her love followed by

cold rejection.

Swimming, drowning in a pool of tears

that is of her derision.

A sob of passion spurned.

Blind I am to the art of the one

night stand.

Always falling under the spell of

a long term love.

Awaking from my dreams in a cold sweat.

Sobbing upon a pillow etched out

of black despair.

How I wish we could fly above

in the open sky.

-Jeff B-