Stranger
He yearns to be her
Lover I covet the name
She calls me I am stranger
To her and he is not me for
I do not recognize this
Man wearing my smile his
Eyes are warm my stare is
Cold strangers but the same
Lonely scent Siamese twins
At the soul but me he is not I
Long for shadows he prays for
Light we battle in the darkness
Behind midday’s shining lust he
Craves to love her but suicide will
Be my companion before I let her
Love me or adorn my existence with
Her naked ornaments forever to be a
Stranger to her dreams that dream to
Dream about her doves so instead I
Dream stranger dreams so I’d never
Have to fall in love she won’t know
This man who meets her gaze to forget
I breathe to forget I stare she’ll know
My name as stranger her would be
Prince he loves her but I live in
Content to be a Stranger things
Have happened…
Copyright © Lyndell Cadasse | Year Posted 2008
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