Sciamachy

Let me go, set me free For i can no longer bear the torment Of moments past, such memories Yearnings of old, too ancient I beg, remember me no more For your thoughts call out to mine I've lost my soul, my heart, my core And of late, even losing my mind I hear your whispered promises And feel your longing embrace The zephyr brings your soft kisses With a yearning that i can almost taste Yet all these, i know, to be illusions For our paths have long severed These are all but my delusions To bury... to forget forever *sciamachy: to fight your own shadows