Post #5239

EXILE I lie on my cot out in the balcony, late night cool breeze lulling me to sleep; The super-blood-flower moon glows in its effervescent crimson hue. A rather vivid dream ensues from the deep. A thousand years in exile. I see you, I talk to you Yet, never can I come near you. Your charm and grace melted my frosty cold heart, Only for this barrier to swerve the flow away from you. This screen though transparent would always be there, for a millenium or so. Have I cursed myself? Which of us is caged? Or are we both shackled by past fears? This fear strengthens this impediment; We know it, yet we're anxious to strike it down. How cruel is this? To be so near yet so far, Neither absolute sadness nor utter delight. How am I to handle this? To look away would only disquieten the longingness; My vision is blurred, Nothing can I see except the screen that separates us. What grand design could this be? Or just misfortune that I yearn for someone never meant for me? Why does it feel so hollow? The void, consuming me from within. Knowing parts of you but restricted from the whole, breaks my heart; Eventhough I have something, I'd rather have never known you. Having a little piece but never able to have it whole, Drains me, weakens me, exhausts me. Not death nor sorrow, Neither life nor joy, Just this bit of hope and longing to continue, In my thousand year exile! A sudden jolt wakens me. The moon is restored to it's bright white glow, The eclipse is over, the mind goes blank; The breeze withers slowly as clouds follow, Ushering in a light drizzle, pitter-pattering onto the wooden plank. ©FL5 #review