Standing in the middle of the street, pouring rain, wash away my defiled skin. The moon above taunting me, untouched.
I want to be pure again,
Not for you
For me.

Simmering through the walls
Shimmering above my head
Shrouding the room
In a cloak of light.
I live inside
This world so bright.

They peek in the window,
Then try the lock,
But they don't really need
My permission

Heaviness of limb
And a room seeped of color.
My brain is my tomb,
Until it's not

I never know
When next they'll return,
Demanding, not asking,
For the keys

I will wait,              my dear,
( but I fear my endurance ),
For our souls to harmonize in joyful reunion.

For I will wait,              My love, Outside of these
skins ( And Beyond these lifetimes of
teachings ),

And suffer they will, ( beating hearts
                allow lessons )
In the flesh that we use,     to serve education,

My daring We must wait,      Allow them to
grow
For our circle to complete, their pain must flow
My Love,          Our patience will reward