Thoughts

had never thought it possible
To desire one so greatly
and yet the mind doth ponder Him
that I haven't seen much of lately

Is it the glimmer of His eyes
or the smile that seems devine?
Or perhaps the way that He parts His lips
that I would gladly press to mine.

Be still oh foolish vainful thoughts
these mortals I vow not to bite
Yet stir in me some wistful dream
of days whence I did feverantly write

Perhaps an inkling of my prior life
tries to trickle its way back in
urging my manner to twist about
to seek of dead mortality within

Unto my chambers to rest alone
to will away the cravings that bring unrest
and yet his face doth come to mind
My choice of solice, seems twas not best

How dare Eros shoot an arrow
that stabs so deep within mine heart
That barbs the yearnings to unleash
Nay, a mistake I shant play a part

I put these thoughts aside in book
releasing their power over me in rhyme
Thankful that I had not succombbed
To foolishness as whence I did another time

And so I put away the book
and now to seal the ink
To lie upon a lonely bed and weep
& dream of a night, of Him I can not drink