All we built in Spring, and rejoiced in the heat of Summer comes to a close.
The most tender part of me remains hidden,
from eyes of those that seek.
Even in the embrace of temporal love, I am felt but not seen.
Only you can witness me.
This lover without a face,
without a name,
who made me crazy in seeking you.
All is naught. Around in circles I go, laughing and weeping as the days bring me closer to meeting you.
Perhaps the totality I ache to feel will only be on that day. When the last breath is given back to the earth, and she claims only what was meant to belong here.
I know I'll give it away freely then.
This beauty you graced me with is a mirage that I both lament and adore. But the emptiness in me seeps past the throes of any ecstasy.
My body remains a cage. And this fever shall not rest.
Until the day you bestow in me eyes that see.