The Watcher

High virtue like an opiate lull
has numbed my weary senses
and desire's strains have faded
with the midnight's pull
Darkness with her righteous shroud
has settled firm upon my shoulders
and I am once again alone
for what?
must I bear this unrequited love
for whom
must I remember ... always remember
How
Can I break free from this sepulcher of stone
And when
Will warmth of spring melt through this endless December.

Death's haunting aria whispers ever gently in my ear
Her promise of climactic peace
A tired melody that holds no fear
for me. And I am tempted sorely
for those threads of culmination
May they wrap tightly around my soul until the
thrusting of my heart subsides into a steady throb.
Till I can hold within my hand the pristine memory
And once again see you clearly for who you were to me.

©2008 Mine