Staring into nothing inside an empty moon,

I feel a grief rise and then swoon!

It’s hard to breath,

It’s hard to sleep,

Silent cries inside a suffocating darkness,

I feel the grief turn to life, kicking, loving and caressing!

The night’s been too long, spoken in deathly whispers,

I feel the vacuum, the soundless hush, as the chill disperse,

It’s tough to survive so long,

It’s tough to hold your memories, forlorn,

A musty stench of past poisons, lingering, scattering and killing!

 The face has been so beautiful, seen under colored tinted glass,

I feel my body lunging forward, for that fleeting, reeling pass,     

It’s hard to bear the same old wrong,

It’s hard to sing the same old song,

Searching the ripples in your untamed body, within this chill of the death!

The darkness has been so torrid, held under the moonlit season,

I feel my nerves weakening, for that momentary lapse of reason,

It’s harsh to open your eyes,

It’s harsh to face the flooding sun,

Searching that ocean of your love, in this little puddle of tears!

The sun once seen, stars once worshipped, seems so bleak today,

I feel the surrogate life that I am living, crawling away from me,

It’s cruel to dwell into those never lands,

It’s cruel to sip the nectar of happiness,

Searching that blue of your eyes, in the limited hues of my cubicle-d life!

The mirthless rain gods, have long forsaken this incessant grief,

I feel the mist freeze into an angel of the night, to lie beside me,

It’s tough to indulge in the sin,

It’s tough to drink the temptation of virtue,

Searching that unfurling goddess of desire, in the soothing touch of an angel, my angel!