I have yet to feel her here lately.
She seems to have temporarily dissipated
from within my mind.
But then, don't we all sometimes?
I still hear her voice echo
somewhere
in the back of my mind
occasionally,
but it's all things she's said before -
or nothing which manages to secure a concrete form.
I hold onto hopes on one level that she may be gone.
Yet I know that, were she, it would be very lonely here in hell tonight -
same as every night.
I believe that she lives, in part, within me,
yet how could she be so hard to find?
My dreams lately turned to a black sort of nothingness
where I know not what happened come morn.
And I desire more.
I wish to recall those eras
when a spirit was sought after with praise,
perhaps reverence, but in a decent manner.
Those times that her voice within my mind would be but a blessing -
now likened to a sweet curse - no dream lest a nightmare.
And this circle brings the full spectrum back to the light,
pulled from the shade.
Tell me, sweet seraphim, where are you today?
