Contemplate

As Palms flow of desire

Unwanted creature destined at the strike of an hour

Too little too late to rewrite what's written

Futures ruined by an unknown feeling

The want, the need, the hope of one touch

Now fixed at the gentle hands of love

Pure ecstasy with each tender kiss

Lips craving more than this sweet caress

Closer as the night, distant as the sun

A fantasy left and broken by just one

Blindsided by the wave of calamity

Terror beseeches those cowered by insanity

Rising day by day

Complications are Silent

but radiate with fear

At the words of the end

Shadows of light spiraling from within

Love foresaken in the mist of tears

No more to contemplate

No more love to give.