Oh, my light in the dark, from which star did you fall?
by Mary Lyle
How could you force the rain to fall heavily upon my soul?
A puddle drowning my aura, my being.
I swim, but with heavenly laden feet.
Such power you unknowlingly possess that has crumbled these walls;
Rock hard granite wisked away as mere ash on a blustery day.
Your hair of flaxen and eyes of pale skies I envision.
I see, yet I cannot.
My eyes are inhibited with sheaves of blackness;
My heart in a coat of awe.
Shall the winds be strong enough to carry my daydreams
to the pillow upon which your head rests?
Unfathomable secrets the butterfly in my head does possess.
Fly away quickly and make me blush!
My heart grows weary from this tug-of-war;
My soul ignites with feiry anticipation.
These fantasies melodically repeat themselves;
Yearning to soar beautifully through the vast blueness
until they reach your heart.
Magically, the fluffy white clouds surround my dancing feet,
Hoping to join you in a cartwheel amidst this fantasy.
I sense your beacon shining upon the rocks of my tumultuous soul.
The waves of emotion crash exaltingly against my shores of multitude;
Drowning in the tide of this newfound wonder.
These eyes have seen you, yet they have not...
I know you, yet I do not...
How quickly mesmerization became a modest definitive.
Soon the sun will clash with the moon, and these aparitions shall haunt me no more.
Only fate can be determinate of destiny.
Have I stumbled upon the rock to which this mirage is anchored?
Shall I float away to the place in which you dwell?
To the heavens where I shall be tied to the wrist of an angel?
You surely must be an angel...