Impassioned Lovers

I wander through the dusky twilight

searching the heavens

for a sign of our broken hearts;

fading stars, cast aside by jaded lovers.

Though the lights have dimmed,

the passion they hold is still raging

in the darkness of eternity;

set aflame by the hope of loves renewal

from impassioned souls,

begging to touch and be touched;

Wanting…waiting for that distant lover,

traveling through the misty mountains

undaunted by a barren land,

spotted with the litter

of empty branches, once heavy with

the weight of passionate pleasures.

Carefully he floats down

the river of broken dreams,

towards the setting sun,

flying on gold dipped wings into

the nothingness of the shadowy beyond.

His soul stalks the stars,

following my sirens call

through the great heavenly bodies,

where my soul rests,

waiting for gentle fingers

to glide across my alabaster landscapes;

Waiting for my breath to catch

his sweet scent,

thick in the air…heady…musty;

I need not guess,

for I know my lovers heartbeat

like my own, steady…rhythmic as the tide,

washing over sparkling white sands,

as the full force of his passion

...washes over me.