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Poetry for a lover, only present in dreams.
As dusk comes down upon our realm
as I descend into my mortal slumber
I allow my spirit to take refuge
in a subtle field blessed by the Goddess of the night.
Blessed be she
Nyx, her eyes gaze at me,
watery for my composure.
Crouching and wailing I am
for I have to bid her goodbye.
Her, and my turquoise-tinted muse.
How I yearned to finally embrace her,
her tender lips pressed against my own
the warmth of her body engulfing my soul.
I could not leave her if I wanted to
nor grasp her more,
as much in adoration as I lie in.
‘Am I going to see you again tomorrow?
Are your eyes going to be a distant memory
of a wondrous dream
-that seems as a torment from Cupid himself-
in a paradise far-away?
Will you ever bless me with your touch;
of which I’ve never felt an equal tend to my essence?
I wouldn’t know.
My soul is not ample in clairvoyance
neither does it need to be’
I realize,
engulfed in a passionate fire
between fantasy and pragmatism.
Spare me of your comforting words
I do not need them.
Merely release me of your binds
-which you erase at night-
and bless me with your honesty.
Honesty.
How would I feel,
I wonder,
when I feel the truth behind your words
and that which lies amidst your pinkish lips.
Will it be akin to scorching fire?
Or to calming waves
of an ocean so vast that Tethys would admire?
I recon
We’ll feel as one.
Two drops of water, in the vastness of a rainy cosmos.
Alas, I wake up.
And in the silence of Nyx
I lay still, motionless, confused -in pain-,
hoping for you to..
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©
