A Thousand Deaths

    A mixed blessing pushes the possibilities fantasized becoming a reality.  The glimmer of hope in showing you how the absolute of an answer feared, a thousand deaths. As is not dreams and thoughts experienced alone, the glimmer of hope silenced?  An unquenched thirst saturating my deepest emptiness to fall away like rusted links in the touch of your skin.

   To withstand the hearts longing for the longing of another's heart in silence, though the stones would strike me full force and split my skin!  So does the path struggles to hold debilitating your affect upon me, a thousand deaths.  And why fall fear of becoming?  When you look into your own heart, does it not for you recall an unquenched flame within it and suffers you remember your own desire for the longing of another's touch to shine upon you?  A thousand deaths for you relived.

    And how I ask, can hope come to you from a great distance that in turn may inspire your inner most hearts desires to blossom outwards?  So think not to lead the longing of your hearts desires, rather let the desires of your hearts longing lead you.  For indeed your heart knows the depths of it's own secrets and desires it's own happiness be fulfilled?

   For a thousand deaths in the waiting indeed, as a thousand deaths would seem to me.  For every moment I spend without us to each other found, is like dying inside....  round after round.