The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.

Leaping in the dark

For one so stern, you had humor,
that subtle chuckle at a funeral,
a song of summer in deep snow and sleet dressed in the warmest winter coat
with confidence something absolute,
a certain hulking aura breathed before you.
It's something serious, I could sense it,
yet so genial and thoughtful.
I sidled close to you, this rather silly bright eyed child with questions
and you seemed to like it. You
thought I suited you well so you toyed with me,
acting sphinx-like: puzzling me,
riddling, charming, speaking without saying...
a quite exasperating game it could be, true.
But I loved it!
And slowly, trance-like, I sank under your spell...

But then
you disappeared.

I
thought you were gone,
faded like a shadow in the face of the light, bound
with the rest of my wishes, those dancers of night!
Gone,
sailed away from me on the river of dreams
at dawn where Reality lies.

Your absence was a long, dreary night,
and
your return my sunrise, still I wonder:
Does this sun still shine on my side?
Do you now demand a sacrifice?
I search inside me
but
all I can see
is yours already:
large and throbbing with pure want.
It's a fine looking heart but
why so simplistic and unstable?

Still, it's all of what I am able.

Would you take it, Sir?
Would you keep it?
Would you give me yours?

Could you make me your very own  lilac-clad priestess serving at the shrine of your smile,
a chest for all your secrets,
a genie for your every desire?
Would you be my everything...

or is this strong need for a bond only felt by me?