Pure Soliloquy

I come to you now,
my love and my life,
within the predawn hours
of the making of all light,
knowing you will warm the chill
of this, a lonely night
of a frustrated soliloquy.

Voice of one,
why must you speak
incessantly as others sleep
and lie so silent there upon
the waking of all others?

Or could it be that you behold
a vision spun beyond the worlds
of time-zones and horizons peaking
dawn and dusk within
a never ending cycle of reunion?

And still, I come
to sleep and weep
of all the night just dared
to keep alive - a touch
one touch of pure inspired passion
to fashion yet another speech
of pure soliloquy . . .


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