Beginning of Your Trilogy

         I.
What is the use in hoping?
  Hope is a chain bolted
To the immovable boulder-
  Despair

Here I sat for what-
  A thousand Years (tears)?
  Tethered

While you flitted free
  Taunting me
With your ease of (emotion) motion.

Now the chain is rusted and I sit
Upon the boulder waiting for it
To disintegrate- to free me
While I nurse my Hate to break the chain.
 
Once and forever.

But Now here you come.
Ethereal, tempting, so close
And the rust flakes off like powder
To show the shining binding blinding Chain beneath.

And I look at the key, which
I've held all (alone) along
  Maybe
      Someday
          I'll use it.

    II.
I want to drink the thrilling spirit
of love from your tender lips-
an end to my lonely longing for you
can be found in your breath
breathing softly against my lips.

I want to find courage and strength
in your comforting embrace-
an end to my lonely longing for you
can be found in your arms
encircling my body, my soul.

I want to hear you speak to me
telling me you love me too-
an end to my lonely longing for you
can be found in your voice
telling me you love me too.

    III.
If only-
My inner landscape wasn't so deserted
  A desert
And yours wasn't so mountainous
   Unscaleable.

If only-
I didn't worship the moon and dwell
  in night
And you didn't live in the sun and light
 
If only-
I didn't live for Death
 for Dying
And you didn't live Life so carefree

If only-
I didn't think I loved you so much
SO much
And you would pretend you loved me
A little.