Betrayal

Hungry eyes, beseech

The moist tenderness of the night

The moonlit sky, a torture

for the distanced Beloved of the act.

Blood shot eyes, lurk here and there

Once in a while, they sting of humor

the bewilderment of a sense of wandering

while the soul rests with the Beloved in her covet.

Lips parted, souls hung low

they have miles and miles to go

Before they fall into pieces

of a thousand winter days and one summer night

The quench of the thirstless heart

cannot be imagined, but simply felt

The venegance of an everlasting trade

Fulfilled thereafter, in a Moment's grace.

And they still chant as they go,

To their early shrine of desired Abode..

"Too many miles before I sleep..

Too many nights before you weep.."