My absent companion beckons softly
Unknown but for splendor in imagination;
Buried inside a hopeless tomb
Where I am secret, out of sight.
She remains always tragically aloof
Mysterious, vacant from my embrace;
A whispering incantation
Taunting cruelly.
Would I have eyes to see her
As straining toward a distant light?
I am forsaken in love,
Weathered and weary with the passage of time.
Alone I struggle against an idea
Without form or substance;
Plagues of inadequacy and doubt, fear and depression
Stifling my very breath in the emptiness of night.
Firestorms of youthful fervor
Flicker now in solitary abandon;
Still my prayers ascend ever vigilant
Despite the doubts of a wounded heart.
I ask openly, exposed,
For even a glimpse of her,
As magnificent and lovely as she must be;
My haunting enigma.
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