Temptations too Much..

I've only that flickering, candlelight
To just about see!
There's a certain, warmth in it
As I sit by the opened, window letting the night in
Trying, writing ambiguous, words
That, I know not the meaning of
Like those meaningless words, written on the wall
Mirrored, like reflections
Deeply into my, psyche secret dreams
Dreams, that gives you that warm feeling all over
Dreams that you, want not to wake up ever
As the wind blows through, my window
Bringing me back from my, reverie
My pen touching my lips
The lips that called, out your name
The pitta patter of the rain
Upon my window, pane
Bringing, me back to reality
Of thoughts, flowing through my, mind
What if, what if it was he!
With words playing, in my mind
Dreaming, unconsciously
Of the stars & the moon in her fullness
Right above me!
As I reach & touch, touch uncertainly
Your mind, with mine, possibly
That vision before, my eyes
That I've created, in my poetry
The madness, that sheer madness
The magic between, you & me
As I find my pens, starts uttering
My eloquently, ambiguously
Unintelligent, kind of poetry
Like a rebirth, within me...

              By Connie James