Naoimh Spence

(26/10/1990 / Northern Ireland)

Dreaming And Waking


Forsaking all my thoughts to sleep and the stars
While my heart circles in skies not seen before.
I linger, as a bird, in twilight, for all the dark hours
Spent escaping a dreamless sleep, the hateful roar
Of her name in my ears brings no rest.
And yet I seek respite in images of her, cold and clear
photographs illuminate my dreams and nature's jest.
Beholding the face of the one I hold so dear,
Yet only in a reverie. She remains my painful waking dream.
And while I seek her out against my own desire,
Against what I know to be wise and true, I yet seem
To be drawn to her, a moth unto the fire.
And yet it cannot last, this chasing of light,
It is painfully poignant but will never be right.

Submitted: Monday, June 01, 2009
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