Temptation To Much

Temptations To Much

But the temptation's too much,
much too much to let it be
I've only that flickering candle light,
to just about see, and there's a certain warmth in it
as I sit by the opened window, letting the night in,
as I try to write ambiguous words
that I know not the meaning of,
like those meaningless words written on the wall
mirrored like, deep into my psyche, secrets dreams,
dreams that gives one that warm feeling all over,
dreams that one wants not to wake up ever,
as the wind blows through the window,
bringing me back from my reverie,
as my pen touches my lips, the lips that call's your name
the pita, patter of the rain, on my window pane,
bringing me back to reality,
of thoughts floating through my mind,
what if, what if, it was he,
as I play with words in my mind,
dreaming unconsciously, of the stars and moon above,
as I reach and touch, touch uncertainty,
that vision before my eyes,
that vision that I've created in my poetry...
the madness the sheer madness,
that magic between you and me,
as I find my pen start uttering,
my eloquently ambiguously unintelligible sort of poetry
Like a rebirth deep within me.

                     By Connie James

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