Dreams of Tempest
The eternal oblivion sings its dirge for me.
To love me not,
To hide away in whispering shadows instead.
You are the velvet,
Viscid viper’s voice inside my head,
Enticing darkness that everyone dreads.
I fear you not,
I love you
Yet I know you not.
Like cool rain on a suffocating night,
You soothe the anguish in my soul
Where nothing else can reach.
You are the greatest teacher and the perfect lover and yet…
Alone we are and empty both are we
The enlightened living in shadow,
Lonely ever more.