Weatherspace - Maria McKee

When a longing that was made to thrive

Once made alive, it began to wither

Saw your beauty rare so as to alarm despair

Dark and aware and I drew you hither

With reverent thought and eyes a-brim

I’m lost as I now behold

This vision of, no thought of love

But days of gold, fresh with hope

And eyes of black, skin like honey

Sweet and soft to hold me aloft

To swoon and sing to wring and strum

Now for you on the wood and string

He once brought me when all was young

If you allow this reverie

I cannot help but render thee

My striving prose which will disclose

My weakness and unwillingness

To fight against this agony

I conjured you and oh, now I am lost

Sweet foundling, I am tallying the cost

It’s just my sanity

I’m haunted now by will and choice

The sound of my voice and this dull regretting

My phantom seed, my devilish need

I’ll never recover this blood you’re letting

You are sleeping, you are jade

Held in another weatherspace

With claret mouth in peace apart

I swear at heart to keep from you

This fallow muse you’ve brought to spark

How I wish I’d never seen your face

I’m powerless against your maddening ways

Which have their way with me

I conjured you and oh, now I am lost

Sweet foundling, I am tallying the cost

It’s just my sanity