by Seymour Nightweaver

Created on: November 24, 2011   Last Updated: November 25, 2011

Forbidden Ambrosia.

What do I see, smiling before me
- a girl in her youth
beautiful as the blooming roses
smiling like the cheerful daisies
with eyes filled with graceful lilies.

But there she stood; distance away
hands beyond my touch
and a heart beyond my grasp
and also a dream – beyond reality
of sweet and bitter taste, glass-like fantasy.

And here I am – secluded in the night
admiring her as she sleeps
unbeknownst of my presence
half-dreaming, with a forbidden longing
as I gaze, at the smile so eternal.

(And wishing a wish I doubt will be fulfilled;
that I could be more than just a silent wind
and be there to heal
and take away, those pain concealed
and be her joy – just as how I wished, she could be mine.)

Forbidden ambrosia.

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