Sunday, January 9, 2011

Our Hearts Are Restless

Hear the sighs of my world-weary heart, requite my unrequited love.
Saturate my parched and arid throat, and wipe the crimson from my bleeding hope.
Dam the upsurge of ocean-like drops which run from my inmost thoughts.
I have poured myself upon your beach; now absorb me as needing sand.

Soothe my bruised and bleeding soul, mop the filth and grime from the open wounds.
Pacify the dangerous passions and threatening storms in my inflamed mind.
Return to me that corrupted innocence so willingly given and reluctantly granted.
My memories taste sweet in the night, but turn on me, to kill, in dreams.