Call for my passion Heedless as I am Reckless and unstoppable I shall hear you Sadness and hate May consume me But never Shall I turn away From you Speak to my soul As I wait for hope Being the child That I always will be Love shall be my anchor In this stormy sea
Eventide slowly falls Under the stars That blink and fool Night becomes my shelter In this lonesome solitude Call to me With your song Ever promising Dawn slowly rises Into my wanting heart Another waiting chance For my salvation Another life Of nothing and everything Time flows me by Ever taunting Present slowly comes Enfolding
Lying in a visage of treacherous stride, Living on bushels of gold, barrels of wine; Listening to the voices echo down The empty halls of your heart– Voices evil, lost, divine. Through it all, though consumed, Half-rotted by pride; What your heart shall say That you will abide. I love you: Though you are still
Shall I wait for you? I ponder and question The moments when you are not by my side You wander endlessly vSeeking for eternity Shall I look into your eyes? I fear and dread The time when I could no longer lie I pretend uselessly My will is futile and bent Shall I touch you?
There is nothing that happens In the swollen void That is my heart There is nothing that will go right through In the corridors Of my empty heedlessness © 2019 Shirley Siaton. Please do not take, repost or distribute in any form without express written permission. Image courtesy of Phillip Berndt on Unsplash.