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
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
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.