Salvation

Gathering within thy lightest touch An ache so strong it bears no name. Want, desire, need.. And lust Burn inside, an eternal flame. Candles melt in waxen splendor While shadows dance in flicker’s delight Moonlight waivers in consistent motion And the night doth sing in melodious harmony She stares beyond what can be seen. Eyes of blank, yet secrets untold Are whispered upon the lips of souls Who wander the earth in solitary essence And gather together at the turn of the tide.. She waits.. She waits for him.. Fallen stars light the heaven’s sky, Brief moments in time of effervescence glee History repeats, and yet bares no future, The minutes pass, and hours stand still. Her darken strands of hair caress The gentle curve of her slender form, Licking sensuously at her pale, light skin Embracing her within it’s warmth.. The bells chime and she stands alone.. Lips so full, speak of secrets untold.. Whispered to the souls who’s lips are sealed.. Wandering the earth in solitary essence To gather at the turn of the tide.. She waits.. She waits for him to return.. to be the salvation of her soul