Reality to me is the dusk.
Prevalence in the shadows.
It is cloaking,
In a world of darkness.
It is torment.
It is restraint.
The disturbing notion
That one must taste a normal
An existence so mundane and
Part of me scorns it—
The unnatural kismet—
And so loves being
I can pretend—
I know you know what it is
To stand the test of time
As a creature sunken
In the darkness of the world,
Trying to understand
What is going on,
What it is we need,
Why we do this,
And what it is they expect us to do.
But, the beauty of the peaceful lull
Amid the trees just before sunrise
Lies in contrast with the hazy tumult
Of my self-inflicted tomb.
I have lived, and I have died.
Life, as I knew it, is over.
Still, I am happier than I have ever been.
I know love.
I know peace.
I am in awe of every vision.
I bask in the passion of every caress.
Every bit of air I breathe is a godsend.
I could listen to the stillness of the ocean
To the waves amid a blue-violet sky.
I could dance with flair to the music
With a glow that illuminates me.
I have a power that lures,
Temptation is like the ache for sustenance.
Seduction is smooth,
One learns to employ everything,
And to conquer.
I feel as if I am asking you for your heart,
What I long to say,
I hesitate to say it.
There is the danger,
As my hand reaches out to touch your face.
Can I hold you
And resist all temptation?
Can I ever set you free?
It is the old, “I have to do this.
I don’t want to do this.”
Yet I must send you away.
To protect you is to leave you when I must,
To silence you when you probe,
I can sense your presence,
Before I see you.
And, I kiss the earth you swagger upon!
We can only be hurt if I love you.
It’s all been said before,
I might have said it all sooner,
Had I not been savoring every moment
Of getting to know you.
Wishing that carefree innocence never would
There is no one else I’d rather be—
Unless it was to love you.
You are all that I crave.
Author D.K. Sanz a/k/a Kyrian Lyndon