The Reason I Survive...

From the very first light with the rising of the sun
With the brightness of dawn, to the going down of the sun
He's the reason I survive, from morning till night
And then from night till dawn again
Enduring between us the silences, I can not
Our thoughts far and wide
Gazing at him at first light of the night
His face handsomely his features, relaxed
As he sleeps the sleep of the innocent, sleeping now.
His hair tussled, curling on his forehead
Brushing aside from his eyes, was I.
His lips, his eyes deep like oceans
Asking myself why!!!
Who's He?
Who's this man taking my peace of mind my reason
My sanity...
The only reason I survive hour to hour day to day
The turbulence within me
After, all he's just a man
That I've dreamed most nights, my mind so full of he
Taking my reasoning taking my mind.
Thinking not most times incapable or not,
In one's mind euphorically
It's him I desire most times obsessively
The illusionary illusion, carrying within me
The fascination within as I write again and again
Fascinatingly or not the elusive illusion inherently in me
As I look into his eyes and see darkness within He
Perpetually by the light of the half-lit moon
Strangely familiarly gazing at me...
Me, trying to extricate, myself from this prison
That am in, in my mind, between the light and the darkness
The brightness ambiguously, lightness within
The silence ominously waiting for me
In the lightness of dawn covered in a gossamer, like fog
Mistiness in my mind my mind that otherwise can not be understood
The mystical light across my firmament as if dreams amongst the night
My mind mesmerised by he,  wishing understanding not
That the only thought, first and foremost
He came to mind ambiguously.
The only reason that I survive, my mind irretrievably
Can not extricate, myself from thinking about He.        


                       By Connie James...