Summer Steam

Thinking back now my dreams are eerily reminiscent Of every mistake I made in my decent. Of every joke and priceless muse, Every smile that she gave me, as her mind I perused. I hate summer, it never gave me hope or want, ‘Till she came in, giving me memories that still haunt. The sight was so familiar, an air of innate grace, The mix of unrefined Circean beauty, painted so perfectly on her face. Oh, Wanton lust, adoration unbound, Betraying my every move, I could never gain ground. It happened, we happened, the unceasing desire was filled, But with a single mistaken word of betrayal, my fate was sealed. Still I wish for it, to take back that un-kept promise, To return to her, what she readily gave to me, a glimpse of solace. What takes years of readiness, sometimes a lifetime to find, I had for just one moment and then left it behind. This reoccurring dream keeps telling me that I shall never find, Not one moment of hearts peace, no more placation of mind. Brokenness Contest Judged: 10/24/2012 12:00:00 AM ~~2nd place~~