Quench

How do I quench this diesel of desire
That burns it’s bonfires in my mind
And yet it abandons me
When courage I need to find
What whirlpool of intransigence
Makes the possible swirl like rain
Vacuumed in the vortex
of of my mental hurricane
Shall I ever taste the fruit
Behind her garden wall
Or shall I wait till autumn
When time, lets seasons ripen
And breezes gift a wind fall.
Oh does she think about me
How her loveliness leads me on
With her ghostly luminosity
That lives on after she is gone
Skipping through the lane ways
The passages of my head
Perhaps some day they’ll stray
To the soft plumage of her bed
And their among the feathers
I will make her all my own
For if I don’t I fear my heart
Will break or turn to stone.

Quench

timbuckley

Muckross Killarney, Ireland

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