01 November 2016

Appassionata

Like light cast into a swirling mass
of night, I am torn and I am stripped
A mind trapped by the confines that
love has erected around me. A passion
tantamount to violence, softly infusing
I lift myself and bare my soul to the sun
Run by the cold rivers, in the ancient wood
Dreamless the dreamer in the dead of night
My nights that she keeps, with her pale, beautiful
hand; a hand I wish like madness to hold
I slip away, to the wayside, to the inside
deep into the core of a starless vault
where she alone shines, bright and warm
The might of it, the weight of it—the
simple thought of her nestled next to my heart
Forces that came forth from heat, kinetic
energy come into being like the first bursts
of light: wrapt, as I am, by her movements
Sonorous and dulcet voice repeated in aural
memories, or a twirl and a tilt of the head in visual
scenes of just yesterday or the first day we spoke
Dreamless this dreamer who dreams for requital
but the dream effaced away like mist of an
early winter morning. An inner light that has grown
in me illuminates landscapes both arid and fertile
The streams of future are wayward stallions
unbridled and untamed. Just as passion and desire
run unfulfilled. Rove the rover lost in his own land
a land no longer his own but reigned by a hand
and a light cupping his heart and irradiating his mind
A mind that has been satisfied at long last, by a mind
stitched together the same, with the same sheen of darkness
All like water through a sieve and physical laws perfect
to a precision imperceptible by man. Because she is
precision, a blade with an edge so fine that my thoughts
themselves are rent. And assorted as they are in strange
new ways, by the beck of her word and her worth.
Regina of my night; dusk under your tow
countess of my day; dawn encroaching with your step
If truth be the sole judge of this passion, then my crucible
has been passed, and exceeded, and utterly engulfed by
the fire in her eyes, the blaze of her caress and the
inferno-maelstrom of her mind. Dominion of passion
Turbulence of storm-assailed sea. Love of a vastness
never known before by this dreamless dreamer

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