The Epiphany of Love

The epiphany of Love. This was a love of dreams and a confused mind I wanted all of her, not only the fragrance of her hair but also to kiss her sweet mind. I wanted to be absorbed by her so she would always be mine. We woke up entwined her green eyes looked at me and I drowned, but she shook me back to life told me I must go, she had things to do and ring her later in the day I did, she wasn´t there and had left no forwarding address. People spoke to me I didn´t hear I was inside a fog of misery, of confusion…why, why? Could I not find her…had she been a dream? I walked into the forest, torn by spiky bushes and slapped by tree branches. Finally a clearing where I fell asleep and woke up to silence and clarity. My love for her had been obsessive she could not breathe and had to escape, and I too had lost my soul for love. I came out of the woods bloodied, yet sane. Epiphany, she had never existed, yet the forest sang her name. Walked in the street where she had lived, but the aroma of her hair had gone, she never spoke to me not even in my dreams