Shell of a Man...

Kinshala now, I sometimes ponder If you are made up Inside my brain's own wonder, and if I really love you so or just want to love so badly that I've convinced myself what to do... My life is so far from what I'd like, as you are far away from me as dreams return to reverie I often drift away to a lofty cloud where there are no people in this world allowed, but still, I want you Kinshala dear as dreams come close and dreams drift near, with realism harboured inside As I to you so secretly confide, and in these dreams we meet, on air as if the Gods hath placed us there, where we can together share a life of respect and utmost care, I so much want to have you "bel" proceeding "Isa" and preceeding visions I can fortell - a little house along a path where we together would reap the grapes of wrath enriched with life's Great Bounty - full Our bushels round and plentiful, I wholed yr hand and kiss yr nose and present yr perfect mouth with a rose.... but then, as always, I wake up to this cruel reality of my existence I curse the Gods for their resistence for I am meant to live very much like a stone cold, weathered, and all alone... So Kinshala, yr chapter is complete and I'll move on with an empty heart, the shell of my body above my feet containing memories of You within every part...