They dance,
like lithe silouettes upon the cavern wall
cold and disfigured and yet,
there is a heat within that pulsates with each curve.
The heart wanders lonely in this distant land of love
though I reach to where I cannot see,
the ground beneath me crumbles as I fall
into cold waters of disdain
and yet
the distant shores fill with hope abound
and covet the longing in my soul
for one, and one alone.
A destiny of shadows,
of love lost
with a dream of being rekindled
beyond heaven's doors.
They dance,
weaving a spell of magic that encapsulates all
floating earnestly
toward that door that stands ajar
offering a glimpse of me
from within
As I cry
yearning with a passion
lust
hunger
and love
I am not so cold as they believe.

*new - 2/01/05

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