Come a Little Closer
It's not a game, it's exhausting.
Oh Love,
Why do you fade from my embrace?
Staying for the briefest of moments
Leaving gentle suggestions towards the trail to take
It must be myself I deceive
If not you, who do I mistake?
Can it be the bittersweet twin in guise?
Is it Lust the favors your place?
Either or, you're an elusive wisp of smoke
Signaling me to both yield and give chase
Drunk on a whim with caution against the wind
Do I dare steal away unspoken laws to break?
Oh Love,
We are both aware this crime I cannot commit
Karma always turns curse for those who betray faith
Instead, I decide to suffer in slight
Await patiently for Truth to expose face
Rest these heavy thoughts and dance soundly
Allow life's humming melody to carry pace
My heart drifts along drawing warmth closer
To caress a dull outline of empty space
Reminding to pay mind to this moment without time
While remaining attentive for the arrival you'll make
With True intent to stay
Oh Love,
Why do you fade from my embrace?
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Matthew Hernandez
Writing as a way of reflection.
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