just when I think I am finished,

that I can move on,

I hear you speak.

once again I become a part

of that pulsing river flowing

warm and dark into itself.

my heart longs for a rhythm

that will never be again
.

and perhaps never was.
.

but dreams still call

as I seek that kiss

that will equally satisfy...

that heart that knows mine

and thinks it is full of magic.
.

a most grievous realization soon comes.

wherever else I give

my body

or

my heart,

it will only be a shadow.

...