HOPELESS LOVE

So oft by eve I dream in my room all alone

of the love that I know will pass me by, amain

to take me, with all force, to which I am all prone,

whose gale force winds would sweep across my meek stilled plain,

Of a love that into my dulled false hopes would tear,

like the gale ripping boughs of deadened grove, enraged…

Though I know she won’t come, I see her clearly there

above all loves I’ve had while still in life engaged.

I yearn for just one time that she should speak to me,

with words that to this day no one to me has said,

and in my soul pour fire, kisses incendiary,

And only after, as her lunar boat ascends

to heaven’s dream blue waves, would she lay out the dread

before my gaze, that Void, to which I shall descend.