Inseparable

There are one dreams too many

as I close my eyes

your breath still heavy on my skin

as I turn off the lights

You absence, my sordid fear

the darkness, too much to take

the missing link in my being

is your want for which my heart aches

The haunting melodies

of your symphonies

that strain my ears,

you are close deep within, treasured,

but lingering away

from my eyes

I long for answers

as I prepare for abandon

there are none, however, that I will take

even as reasons weaken might

I will ask only that

which I can’t forsake

The road you and I are on

blends at the seams

yet the journey is long

and the burden

seemingly more than I can take

Bit by bit it’s grazing me to the bone

I know its progress

but the forthcoming distance

is a pain I've not known

I admit it’s an apt yearning

progression fueling the long-withheld desire

the insatiable want versus

the logical need

And yet there are casualties

Oh, the hearts on fire

the killing wait, an abject test

of wanting someone even more

Did I tell you you’re all my reasons

and alibis?

Within you my being resides

Within you is my resting place

If only you could be the reliever

of all my desires…

Daydream

I was only dreaming…

Lost in confusion and total self-bliss

I've found the relation
between dreams and wishes

A dream is a fantasy lived only while asleep

but wishes have a canvas vast and deep

A dream can bring true
the wish never thought

as mind wanders aimlessly
towards the feelings sought

But a wish is a simple,
momentous undertaking,

a grasp over things
still in the making

Now my understanding
of wishes and dreams

have broadened my scope
or so it would seem

but still I'm confused,
nothing is clear

Because you are a wish,
and yet a dream so near

with the breath of each day,
I wish for your sight

and while I can,
get up each day to put up a fight

Visions of loneliness

turn to dreams in the night

You've become a fantasy
with realistic tones

I long for you
more than time spent alone

Sadly enough my dreams cause confusion

they are, for all their purpose
a meager illusion

And though the dawn of each day
may be cheerful to sight

the suns sets fast to fading light

I fear the darkness

and my receding flight

is leading me to a war

which I’m not ready to fight

For now this war 

is a battle within

a dreadful nightmare

in which love not rationality must win

What should I do? Where must I begin?

Who should I console?

What is my sin?

Should I ask for more
or remain in dear refrain?

For in dreams, with you,
my world is complete

But in life
you’re a martyr to hope so elite…

I've grown to know
you care for me with passion

but I fear the lack of mutuality

might cause the altercation
before the admission

of tender love that grows
ever so slow

If I am to approach you
with some indication

would it strengthen our friendship
or cause detonation?

This is the confusion,
the struggle, the fight,

Until I am sure,
you’ll remain a dream of the night…