Not What I Desire

Sinews of a broken dream
Tore away the absence of thought
Incapable of wistful imagining
These words flow into what is naught

Witness these strange sapphire eyes!
For this gaze will send shivers to the bone
Poetry is everything and nothing to me
My soul, my love...we are alone.

Yet always there was something missing
In that dream there was a page of fire
A laugh, a caress is mirrored in those eyes
Words and images are just not what I desire.