The Ghost of Unconditional Love

TommyElf
The moonlit halls gleamed brightly
On that fateful night when I saw her
A silvery shadow seen from the mind's eye
A glimpse of something there but not

I dismissed the feeling of knowing her
And carried on to my room
Where I dreamed precarious dreams
Of a Lover I've never known...

Each night of the full moon I saw her
A fateful glimpse of a shadow
Following me through the hallways
Watching me, or stalking me?

One quiet night, she finally came to me
Awakening me in a cold, damp sweat
Her wispy fingertips tracing my chin
The cool air of her lips touching mine

Then I knew, as sure as the hills roll onward
She was destined to give me
The feelings of love and understanding
From somewhere up above

A ghost?? Hardly, she's more from my mind
The part of me that wants to understand
The part that wants to be held...
The part that wants to be loved...unconditionally...

Published by TommyElf

Just me. An average, opinionated Pagan trying to make a living in the modern world.  View profile

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  • TommyElf10/12/2009

    Melissa;

    I like to continue to believe so. Its most likely unrequited in many ways...but its still unconditional. The person I wrote this about, I still love dearly, and unconditionally -- even if that will never be returned to me.

  • Melissa Lawson10/11/2009

    Does such a thing exist? I used to think so.

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