there comes a moment in time, when i…
but just staring at an unreachable dream,
fall into a satyr of languor:
the windlessness occupies my longing,
a second of silence that pins me to eternity
seeing you… yet not touching you.
a kind of languor blinding mes yeux
i refuse to lock, my eyes… afraid to miss
even a splint shadow of your existence.
and here i hung still, wishing against hope
that should i drip into a slumber
you would envelop moi with your gentle glow.
please honey, would you love me forever though i am
but a muddy soil of this nature called earth
would you kiss my lips though i breathe no more?
what is the meaning of all this longing
does it mean i am empty of nothing
that my thoughts are nothing of nothing?
and then i shoot into a thought of reality, the meaning of moi!!!
by Maelan Koia Sydney 2017 wednesday 2:11pm 12 july 2017 sydney nsw