Tonight once more we shall meet
As I wait in the still of the night
Watching the darkness, once again
You have been delayed.
Your desire a thirst too great to quench the craving
That has embedded itself in your soul forever
Will you be cursed never to redeem your soul
That aches for redemption to love once more
To feel that of which you are incapable
Of expressing human love.
The darkness engulfs me, my thoughts
I feel the teasing of the wind in my hair
The soft whistling as the leaves prepare
To dance the song of death.
© Sharon Kaur-Schuelke