Desire

Once resolved, twice kept, thrice shattered
Clentching to visions of perfection
held deep within that I can't capture.
All confidence in full is worn and battered.

My breath is but an afterthought to my privation.

Resting my eyes 107 minutes
only to wake with inescapable desire
that I prepensly immerse myself in
anticipating fortuity that I might
behold this pure beauty that haunts
my every thought in present verity.


May the fervid sun's heat light my way,
the greenery exude it's stimulating aroma,
the morning birds cry out their song,
all working to compliment the ever existant fervor waiting patiently in my chest.


May the contingency of your advent keep my dreams alive.