never too far…
Beneath a dream – I stare and wait –
Your face, corroded in my mind
In thy simplicity, no faith
For faith is bitter and maligned.
No utter distance to repel
When lines are twisted in thy vow
I don’t believe a word – unsaid –
These august witches do not bow.
A fervid hand depicting sighs
Deflowered anguish in a chest
For thee, unblemished solitude,
In ethereal arms I rest.
Beneath a dream – I stare and wait –
Reluctant beings, put aside
There is a way within thy wings
To care, to listen, to confide
…away…
©2000 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Polixeni Papapetrou –