Proxigean
No matter the tide
Or moon I'm in
ancient gnosis stirs deep within
As distant stars illuminate
Mercury seeks in retrograde
Wounding Eros
arrows devastate
Now every emotion
forms an ocean,
and choices storm
Will I sink or swim,
and can I win?
when waves never reach the shore
they cannot break
But I do.
Endless sea of yearning
me yearning you.
Each thought sends me deeper in
Fathoms I cannot
Fathom
I feel each missed caress
as aches
Each time the mind
reminds
the body-soul
the coldest coldness
is that of loneliness
Now
I know
why caged men sing
they desire what cannot be changed
and I do the same
,not having you here
I only sleep to dream
