Anima

Like Daphne always fleeting
(Are you fleeing)
Across a tumultuous landscape
Rolling with the seasons
As a stone eludes the moss
That would give it warmth
But also roots
(A wretched doom)
And when I find you still
You are but a laurel tree
And I a victor never crowned
But with a wreath of wilted memories
Ripped from you

Never sated you taunt with laughs again
My much bewildered psyche
From another form this time
Just a vessel for you really
(Another and another)
For I’ve known you eternally
As love amor and “blank”
All but callous guises
Oral-aural prisons for the pressure in my chest
Forever torment to this interned heart
Raving beats of passion
For it alone (without eyes)
Truly can see you

Beyond this cage you freely play
When you come from deep inside
You are always with me
Yet never within reach