A Thousand Lilies
What do you want of me?
I follow you as a lost child
I follow the ebb and flow of your voice
I reach for your eyes, your touch
I cannot believe that I am lost,
You command - here, there,
Quickly, slowly, and I follow
Waiting hours, days, eons for this
Impossible love, bitter love
I am transparent, so lost
Before the beauty you seek
What sin brought me to this wilderness?
Forbidden, forsaken love.
In another life I shall be reborn
Into the fragrance of a thousand lilies
But not now, never now.
(c) 2003 J.L. Stanley