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Midnight’s Caress

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , on October 17, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

Sands shift slowly in worlds which collide
The heaven which I sought now falls beyond my reach
As the seasons unfold in chaos

My eyes seek the solitude of dreams
For they are the only breath that is left in me
If but for a moment I could breathe
And yet I long for them as a child longs for its mother
Desecration of warmth
Violation of sanctuary
The seas stir against me
And I fall along the path which I alone walked many times

My moon, which kisses the horizon on her way to eternity
She sings softly the gift of respite
However brevid, it soothes my heart for the night
And I dream again

Morning rises to meet the lover’s eyes
So sweetly, they join in a dance which I know not
I hear them in the footsteps of my soul
The laughter, I despise
An embrace that leaves me in want
Were it not for the solemn thoughts within midnight’s caress
I would be lost whole in emptiness eternal
Yet a darker heaven is seen more clearly
In the shadow of my reflective stare.

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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?