April 19, 2005


  • Just wrote this. Sorry the blog is shortish but I am very tired. Just got back from Wyoming. I’ll try and update for real later today. Nighty night!


    I do not sleep so much as I wait


    For why bother employing the senses when


    There is nothing more that I wish to hear


    To see, to taste, to smell, to touch


    Than you?


    I go willingly into my daily hibernation


    My sense deprivation


    Hoping God blesses me with but a


    Moment’s dream


    A glimpse of your face, your hair


    Shimmering golden in the wind


    Or perchance I see nothing but the


    Black canvas of sleep, yet


    The melody of your voice


    Floats in the darkness there.


    Greater yet is my hope that one night


    A blessed angel will rest in my mind


    Composing a dream in which I see


    Not a fleshy trinket of your body


    Nor a musical note of your voice


    Nor the pleasant perfume of voice, of hair


    Nor the soft touch or warmth of your hand


    Nor even the imagined taste of your kiss,


    For compared to the beauty of your soul,


    This true dream of which I crave,


    All other qualities you possess vanish,


    Nightmares by comparison


    For only in my mortal memory will these


    Mentioned things find an immortal place.


    Your soul, beloved,


    Shines on despite the erosion of time.


    This dream of which I pray for every night


    The one I long so to see within my mind


    Is what I love about you, more than any


    Nerve you might entice, any sense you


    Might arouse with your earthly presence,


    Your look, your way


    ‘tis only light reflected from your


    Glory carved in flesh but


    Oh! Your truest beauty shines with


    Its own light and does not need a


    Star, a torch, a candle, a spark to


    Light my way through this world of


    Dust, echoes, shadows, and cold.

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