I do not seek truth,
just tell me, that you need me;
sooth my breaking heart.
Whisper promises softly,
building castles in my mind -
though they be as mists,
that will dissipate quickly,
with the morrow's rising sun.
Tonight, I will climb
and sing from their battlements,
beneath a lover's moon.

Comments
kheldar | April 28, 2011 - 07:45
Liked this a lot. You really capture the pognancy and the sense of desperation.
"I do not seek truth,
just tell me, that you need me"
Great stuff,
Kheldar :--)