Life is like seeing you, the sweetest blossom

Your delicate scent wafting to me on an early summer breeze

I reach out to grasp your stem like waist

To draw you close that I may feast upon your lips

What cruel life is this that we are forced to live apart

My eyes trace your womanly body

My mind senses your slender arms about me

A love only the sweetest blossom that could bring me life!

Each time this dream comes to me

Like sugar glass my heart dissolves into 1000 fragments

As your image merges with the sun kissed mountain stream

I stretch out to you in desperate hope

But all my trembling outstretched fingers

Is the caress of a cool fell side stream?

Your vision is once again lost to me

Part of me fades away each time you go

Maybe it would be better to end my torture for ever

In death perchance I may smile knowing I have your love

Giving meaning to life as warmth slips from this cold cold body

Am I crazy!

Am I crazy, wanting your touch?

Still knowing that the bridge to our love remains blocked

Love is a cruel mistress

I look up thinking she is watching, mocking

All I see is a crow, circling high, dancing on the wind

Swallows dare me to follow their flight on sunbeams

My eyes lower avoiding the sun's luring gaze

They catch a glinting knife, wedged in the streams bed  

A speck of blood the bubbles on a sun kissed mountain stream

 

© Phil Golding 08/08