The Veranda

I cannot gaze upon these coming moons

Nor can I conjure them in mystic wells,

Faint voices have drawn me to your spells

As dreams gallop across the untrammelled dunes.

The threads of light suffuse through hidden tears

And stifled cries echo too deep inside,

Across the plains and seas the sounds subside,

There’s no light in the shadows of my fears.

The dampness of solitude filters through

The creaking marrow of my torpid poise,

From darkness I can hear one single noise:

Your unspoken words I once wished were true.

The leaves shiver to the transient breeze

That tickles the pale satin curtain,

Yet I know that of one thing I’m certain,

Your spirit walks among these silent trees.

I feel your breath caress my sweet shivers,

I feel you clasp my hands in the cold night

And by the hesitant tremor of the light

All this stilted darkness around me slivers.

A seraphic ghost of good and malice,

You haunt the corridors within my heart.

Your footsteps resound and tear me apart

When I walk inside this faerie palace.

We breathe and walk beneath these silver stars

By ephemeral landmarks of our dreams,

But the love in our hearts, the tender gleams,

Is a treasure that always will be ours.

A groping silence ambles in the mist

And the moon sinks behind the ashen hills,

I’m all alone tormented by the chills

Of losing you and no longer being kissed.