The Askance Chapter 1 Part 3

A Selfless Love A voice has already spoken A voice much too indecipherable to understand From the beginning were my dreams broken Yet now, I’m intrigue to learn to comprehend I remain silent this day In need of lust, in need of tranquility Yet both isn’t to be either way Upon lost of love and the voiceful mystery And I decided to be alone this while Yearning so little, desiring so much Selfless to be… to love, yet how? Perhaps reality is only a given such As I lay upon my bed once more An anguish fell from the quilt we once share Tis’ be the moment when you I miss and adore The best of times when two is equal a pair And for a moment I hear Dreaming or not, I’m to doubt no more, no less The voice from the broken dream I fear Is my sleep I wonder, no longer of peaceful rest? In the sheer instant, I felt lifted Floating in bewilderment amidst a forsaken land A worthy selfless upon the time awaited From poetries told, since a remembered when Loneliness had angered an engiven flame And indeed, fear is but lonely afterall After so much a time… a fallen image My inner self-indulgence no longer calls “Eternity feathers the weight of damnation Filtering the airless soul of spiritual existence The beckoning calls upon the return of one’s aid A language untouched and unwashed it solemnly awaits”