Sleep Watcher

Sleep Watcher
by Jonas Hyde

Darkened room you lie,
through the veil I watch you.

Breathing soft and harmonious,
I count each swing of your pendulum.

Warmth radiates from your soul,
blanketing my own cold body.

Scent and hair lay soft ‘pon thy pillow,
entrap my heart this eve.

You sleep whilst I weep,
knowing this moment will soon end.

Hours pass by as seconds,
dripping sand into our eyes.

‘Morrow’s morn you shall rise
and I shall be alone once more.

Sleep this night through my love,
for my gaze is fixed ‘pon you.

Dream

Dream
by Jonas Hyde

Twas a dream I had of you,
which gave me hope and life anew
so place your head ‘pon the pillow,
and know I think,
on this night,
this evenfall,
of dreams you cannot deny,
for I speak to you in your sleep,
whilst my soul longs and weeps,
for you to let me in one more time,
to let me in e’ermore,
my muse,
my love,
you consume me,
make my solitude feel not so lonely,
make my anguish as fleeting,
as the moments that pass,
betwixt damnation and the edge of your starlight,
which illuminates my twilight,
but I can have you ne’ermore,
not by choice,
nor by plan,
but by cause of fear,
and pain born long ago,
so know my love,
as I dream into fore’er,
an eternity I want to sleep,
for I want not to rouse,
until I can wake,
with you.

Longing

Longing
by Jonas Hyde

Cry for me and I will weep for you,
my love my dear.

Lust for me and I will long for you,
luminescent essence of my soul’s darkening twilight.

The passion of my love,
will not set with any falling sun.

For e’ery eve’s tide,
ushers with it a wave of need.

Can you hear my words carried on the whispered winds,
as if a seraph begging for your touch?

T’was score or more,
since I felt your love?

My timepiece is a poet’s hourglass,
dripping sands of time into fore’er.

Is this what life calls for us my dragonfly,
the everlasting anguish of our lonesome wounds?

I wish ‘pon my star,
to hear my pleas.

“Your breath is my life,
and your heart is my light.”

I utter this orison,
to any deity who would grant me you.

But the essence of my entreaty
can not pierce the fabric of my nous’ net.

Nor does it carry ‘pon the whispered winds
as ‘fore scribed.

No it simply falls,
sullen and lifeless ‘pon the earth.

Longing to be heard,
as I long for you.

The Long Walk

The Long Walk
by Jonas Hyde

Home is where the heart is,
or so the angels say,
but my heart is with you my love,
and you are so far away.

Is there reason for our rhyme
I questioned once,
but now I question all the time.

I tread alone,
the curse and cross I want not to bear,
taking each step,
while dripping a tear.

The long walk started with a breath,
and will end not with destination of place,
but with the finality of my soul’s hope and death.

I long for you,
but you are so far away,
so I will start my long walk,
and cry alone for you tomorrow and a day.