Many Moons

I'm tired
So weary of the games we play,
Longing for your promises
To be fulfilled.
And so,
I wait.
Many moons, many moons,
Have passed,
my love,
Since i started falling
Into your chasm
Of lies,
Of cries,
Of broken promises.....

Akin my Astra
My patience is wearing thin....

Wanderlust is rearing its ugly head,
Or in my case
Is it beautiful?

I yearn for something fresh
Something new,
Something beyond the archaic monotone
That has become our love....

Sometimes..
I remember the day that
WE
became an
ENTITY
My seeming saviour
From my solitude
And as I think of this,
A laugh escapes
My dry throat
Laden with bitterness
And poison abounding
Resentful
Of the word,
YES.....

The stars in my blessed night's sky
The clouds to lock the cursed day's sun
You were the embodiment
Of desire unfed,
Of loneliness defeated,
But as time snailed on
Minutes of pleasure,
Hours of passion,
Months of aprehension,
Years of slow but sure disgust,

I was forced to note
That all you were really,
Was the embodiment of nothingness
Made whole......