I suffer through the curse of man
Her dress of moonlight gleams upon ivory floor
Captivated, inspired, and sick without her touch
I crave her as the air I breathe
Loyalty I uphold, despite desire
As my heart wrenches in the wake of her embrace
So fondly and longingly have I held
To steal a glimpse of an angel so near
This dream I shall not repeat
For I wish to rise from reverie
So if nothing more, a feather plucked as a token of love
I shall tuck in my hat… And once again be on my way
© Sayer Teller
Sayer Teller 