Waves

Come waves
Wash away the care
Cleanse me
Of this burden I wear
Take away
These broken dreams
A tragedy
A story stretching to reams
That starts
With the mention of a name
And ends
With that word, the very same
For all
My mind can do is think
And slide
As though caught on icy hockey rink
Unerringly
Towards the goal that is she
Desperation
Denying me freedom to disagree
To look
At a path that keeps us a apart
Instead
It keeps me flying as arrow dart
Swiftly
Drawn as if by her spell
To acknowlege
And in her presence dwell
Always hoping
As lap dog seeks pat
So might
She acknowlege that

I exist



Terry Rhiannyr
October, 2012