Wondering And Wandering
So early, on this cold summers day.
A gloomy morn, grey clouds reflect the way.
No desire to arise, come what may.
An empty bed, here I could stay
Sad and alone, wondering I pray.
Would love find home, while wandering astray.
My internal flame for her, still flickering.
Burning like the old Olympic torch.
Eternally glowing, without a permanent home.
Charring the timbers of all her defenses.
The leftover ashes, blistering my soul.
The fire-front ruins, leaving me dark and hollow.
A flame, not to be easily extinguished.
A fire, always smouldering in my heart.
The juices of expectation
are upon me again.
Dreaming of today
and clambering for tomorrow.
Through my pores
a taste of sweetness.
The love apple
a fruit for tomorrow.