a Hazy Dream

I have long desired something tangible but not of the ether, it is something that i can feel and taste and hold. The long needed and yearned for completeness of me, a filling of the void beneath my skin. Needs ungiven and lust unfufilled, a purpose a rhyme of reason. Long i have watched and listened unseen and unfelt, my presence a figment of a forgotten dream. Empty arms caress the hope while tender lips feed the flame of nothing, hazel eyes gaze into the shadows and tears fall onto an empty lap. I ask for little and try to give all, but in so giving lose what little i am. Waking from a dream i cringe in the silence longing for the black veil of sleep to cover me and keep me safe. I talk to empty rooms and listen for the faint echo that is my friend, but hear naught but the slipping minutes of the dreary clock. Then out of nowhere or somewhere not believed in comes a voice, faint but growing stronger. The yen to the lonely yang, hopeful eyes shine with doubt at the answer to a distant call from a fevered memory. Slowly the shimmer gains definition and the voice whispers to my heart, a neck once bare of any beliefs is wrapped by a shining promise. Longer then time, and further then space i have wandered searching for a phantom desire. Now the desired longing and yearning bares a name, my soul searches for deceit in the words but finds nothing but truth. So the worry and fear lose there power, and the girl of the shadows steps into the light. Shining thru the lonely hours.