She is the moonlight pallor, <br />Dark water's cold caress <br />Echoes in the shadow of midnight's kiss. <br />On a single mote of her hair, <br />For an eternity... <br /> ...I could gaze. <br /> <br />Her dance is the rhythm of surrender; <br />She moves above admonition <br />To the melody of memories - <br />As if to say <br />Perhaps... <br /> ..I could love you. <br /> <br />Paralytic yearning weaves, <br />Venomous, <br />Through these veins, <br />But I am quickened, <br />For the heart welcomes desire... <br /> ...Without taint of remorse. <br /> <br />She is the forgotten hope; <br />That exquisite refrain which plays <br />On with tormentuous longing. <br />And even if I could without her touch, <br />Only for her would... <br /> ...I Dream. <br /> <br />-Toronto, Canada 2005<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reverence/
