I had a dream

and you were there;

I didn’t feel love,

but I did feel scared.

 

Oh so watchful

by your guarded gaze;

it was not love

that kissed the days.

 

I am a fool!

For all these years,

you don’t love me

or my wasted tears.

 

You are too scared

of what might be.

You have litte regard,

or respect for me.

 

It is all clear

and I see it so;

so why can’t I

just let go?

 

I’ve made you Master

to my slave.

It’s just the power

that you crave.

 

This will not end

of that I’m sure,

until one of us

is no more.

 

 

© Dreamtime 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm