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
