Toxic Torment
I awake, thus am not sleeping.
My being, weak, is weeping
in torment from a prickly heat
'round this sad body creeping.
My love, me not deprive of sleep,
the deprivation makes me weak.
Thou need'st thy body rest as well
to face what time alone can tell.
Still in my bed no slumber
a mind consumed with wonder
of why to think one has a right
another's love to plunder.
Still wakened, still not sleeping,
this ageing body creaking
in torment still the prickly heat
now through this body creeping.
Why must my love disrupt my sleep,
the inflamation makes me weep.
Tossing, turning, all forlorn,
come, hasten now, dawn's fresh new morn.
Princess - will she come again
so new sweet love may be reborn.
Come - meet me in our secret place.
Alas, I shall not see her face
nor hear her words, but see them writ,
absorbing every bit of it
before they vanish lost in space
like her, they leave not but a trace
not on the page, nor screen, nor book
but in my mind they shall remain
to bring sweet comfort, ease the pain.
Sleep comes in pieces now, defined
in little packets, blocks of time
'til I awake, feel if she's here
beside me, rapture, love sublime...
but No - no earthly form but mine.
Alone I've spent the night again.
If only I could have her here,
caress her, make love, kiss her ears.
Oh love, my love, why must we wait
cut off behind this moral gate
which has no right to stop, deprive,
what should by right become our fate.
Ever twisting, tossing, turning,
no sleep to ease the yearning,
I live that she will come again
our inside fires burning.
Great Spirit, pray keep Princess safe,
envelope her in cosmic grace.
If I'm not hers and she's not mine
why did'st thou join us up in space.
Fate decides where we must live
until we're free our Love to give.
If not to me and thee and us
then give to those who need it most.
© Copyright February 2006 Kenneth G Woolcock
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