Temptation's Too Much

Temptation's Too Much
     
   By Connie James


I've only this flickering candlelight
To just about see
There's a certain warmth exuding from it
As I sit by the opened window
Letting the night in
As I write ambiguous words
That I know not the meaning of
Those meaningless words, written on the wall
Mirrored  like reflections
Secret dreams.
Deep into my psyche dreams
That gives you that warm feeling all over
Dreams that you want to wake up never
As the wind blows through my window
Bringing me back from my reverie.
Touching my pen to my lips
The lips that call 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!
Playing with words on my mind
Dreaming unconsciously, of he
Of the stars the Moon in her full bloom
Right above me.
As I reach and touch, touch uncertainly
Your mind with mine, possibly.
That glorious vision before my eyes
I've created in my poetry...
The temptation's too much
Our madness that sheer madness
The craziness that magic between you and me
Finding my pen starting uttering
My eloquently ambiguously
Unintelligent kind of poetry
Like a rebirth
Transcending through me.