Archive for May, 2011

Dream To The Moon

Posted in Love, Passion and Pain with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 26, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Shine my night, bring me to the release, once more, of my tears,
For my body has grown old, and yet my passion is younger than ever before.
Come unto me , my moon,
Lay upon my pale flesh and let me feel the passion of your soul once more–
Do not let it be empty again.
Oh that I would embrace once more what is deeper than empty pleasure.

How do I begin to tell you how empty I feel inside?
How do I form the eloquent words that will cause understanding and embrace?
I fear the scorn in your eyes; in agony, I weep for something more than just flesh.
Longing has taken the form of tears, hidden in the silence of shadows far beneath,
For I desire to feel the blood pulsing through your veins, worshipping me.
Is it too much to ask to be the enchantress of your dreams, if for just one night?

Am I so vile to you, that I will never feel again the night’s glow?
How I wish I were again beautiful in your eyes,
So that all of your soul would be mine,
For I want more than just a night of desperate lonliness.
I will not relenquish my desire for lesser than my dreams.
I want to be dressed in your shadow, I want to be cherished as an angelic vision of bliss.

I feel as an forgotten mistress, abandoned in grieving for passion,
Sorrow for its loss has turned to furious longing which refuses to be denied.
Come dream with me, my moon; follow me on my path,
Caress me with kisses of such delight as I have never before felt,
For flesh is not enough, I must have your soul and your blood.
Will you cherish the night as I; will you dance in melodious desperation – for me?

How I bleed within myself… my wish is so simple, and yet too much to ask.
As it were, I am a fool to ask for such a thing -to be hailed as a goddess of dreams,
But my dreams are not enough for this desire, I will not settle for emptiness.
I bleed these desperate visions of night-passion and ecstasy to an empty bed.
Is it too much to ask for this, my desire; for writhing sweat of passion’s play.
Is it foolishness to dream to the moon of lovers entwined?

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Burden

Posted in Through the Passage of Time, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Years succumb to the footfalls of strangers
Swearing allegiance to an unknown crown
Questions bearing no aid nor answer resonate from beyond
In waters which brought forth dreams
And never faltered for lack of reason

Fury fell fast upon a breast forged in pain
As princes crumbled beneath the mire
Danced as never before, then died
Broken and weary from a fear which knew them not
Fully denied fate of half-empty eyes which never dared to see

With fear, I embrace the steps of the damned
Chiseled in abhorrence
Kissed with passion
And yet my burdened feet bleed with each wish
Wanting for that which words cannot form

Seas of madness dwell in this heart of stone
Waiting for you to crush it.
Let it weep
For in those tears I will find my release
And kiss the humble hand which still holds the key

Ask not for hidden treasures, readily attained
For I have given myself away
As laughter drowned in its own iniquity.
Madness held within crystalline tears
Fall upon your pure brow, to quickly wipe away…
From wandering eyes