Carmel Lois Was A Dream, Still A Dream And A Dream No Longer

A seemingly eternal discourse

With a rare soul judged unreachable—

‘Enough as an ethereal source

Of emotions inexplicable

Thoughts of her stayed undaunted for weeks

My heart set to love, my mind negates

Therefore, I sought solace—an ill fix—

To hold soundness in normalcy’s gates

In my steadfast hopes, I found relief

But not death of a confounding dream;

She bewildered my thoughts, bound me stiff

Hid longings were unbowed it may seem

Albeit strange, the upshot turned ‘round

‘Talked in words but heard our hearts’ sole sound

Though quite unbeknownst to each other,

The wonted exchange wafted farther

Farther than my psyche ever reasoned

With its soupçon of morose wishes;

‘Driven to be deeply impassioned,

My calloused core quit its wintriness

Now her redolence ever lingers

My wits file a portrait of her face

Her smooth hands oft felt in my fingers

The air evokes the charm of her ways

She was my dream—procured, as I’d deem

Gratification that transcends par

Sprang from desire, founded on esteem

Embellished with bliss made from afar

She is still my valued dream—ne’er quenched

Detained by outlook’s obscurity

The vilest squalls won’t leave its fire drenched

‘Tis bound by passion’s security

She is also a dream no longer—

My every day’s gist sent from above

Epochs may hastily change over

Yet eons would envision my love