Stuttering up the hill
Pressured and burden laden
The noises awaken buried affection
Affection that destroys strands of self
Sweet affection
Elusive, undeniable, overpowering
Sweet affection
The light breaks beyond the sky
A search for redemption
The pounding chest
A rhythm unknown to my resting mind
A never-resting mind
The chest pounds
Every beat to a thought
A thought of safety, of a presence
A thought of who occupies your dreams
Your needs, your fantasies, your being
A chest pounds
Pounds in rhythm with every chime
Every shift in spaces that grow alien in time
In search of redemption
My sanctuary exists in the shadows of another’s imagination
The veil has fallen
Failed to mask the glory of the other
The other that I seek, desire
Even crave
Failed to extinguish the pain infused cries of cowering soldier
Failed, miserably, to hide the naivety of my willing musket
Failed to hide the facade that is my constructed happiness
Failed, I say, in the search of redemption.
There is an affection sought
A free-spirited, unbalanced, incoherent and deeply satisfying affection
A humour-laden, telekinetic, overpowering and deeply moving affection
I seek this affection
In search of redemption