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Come to me,
Know the last of my flesh,
The candle at the window beckons now,
Brick of red and pane so thick,
Break into me mentally,
Though it is too late,
For you have sealed your Fate--
Know that you are not alone,
I too suffer in the night,
And bleed in sunlight,
Call to me in slumber deep,
I'll breath again for you,
Not a moment passes on,
That I admit I think not of you,
In my heart a key you keep,
That candle burns only for you,
Though I burn for another still,
Know that I could not do as I pleased,
But in past lives I felt you near,
With little emotion then-- perhaps even fear,
It was that pebble beach in fantasy,
That I held your hand close I,
I did not belong to myself even then,
As now I do, I give it away,
Only to hope I will be protected,
Why cannot I hear your voice now?
Bother not with such troubles, then--
Why my dear thog I know the how,
Did I not try my best to keep you away,
I've destroyed everything I've touched.
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