Confusion

Drowning in the cessation
 of sensation
Yearning for the release
 of peace
Words..
 silibant, hissing, moving
snake-like
 Through my head
This pleasure, I treasure
 A part once hidden, now whole
a meeting
 dreaming, wanting, waiting
forever
 Or at least a day
Traiturous, torturous, these thoughts
 My One could be there
And I am not

My night tis filled with dreams
 Schemes, ways and means
To claim this vision from myself
 This better half, this other part
Which has come so close
 To capturing my lonely heart

If only the distance were not so vast
 My heart sits upon Your door
Beating slowly in hope, in fear til at last
 It learns to stop and beat no more.