dolorous interludes.

Its been raining so much, my soul is damp from hearing it.

I am beginning to find solace in the weekly nights of solitude on Fridays; the initial weariness and restlessness of loneliness has crept under the blanketed warmth of nurtured reading and wistful thinking, making nights like these not only tolerable, but enjoyable. Precious time has slipped itself through entwining vines that have surely locked castles away from searching men, and unknown to me was that my anguished heart had kept itself within the confines of the prisoner's tower; many times, dreams of being held in your arms had planted seeds of love and pots of molten desire(the saving grace for only the lonely), but illusory hope would hastily steal itself away from my sleeping body just as i begin reaching forward only to grapple with the vile cold mist.

The wicked witch left me no secret bronze key; but even if there existed a spark of magic yet, would my frail heart walk itself out?

posted by voyeur @ 11/05/2004 11:14:00 PM