I wander the way with a thirst I cannot quench;
such sweet oblivion unreachable without your call.
So it is like the sweetest dream that eludes me
in the midst of a waking nightmare of loneliness.
It is folly to yearn for such that cannot be,
but on I hasten,
always haunted,
always yearning,
for the sweet water of thy love
is just a mirage.
A ghost in memory
that howls to me each day,
each night,
and every moment.
I look forward
to that which was the past
and look back
to that which
can never be again.
So the fool is me,
haunted by a kiss,
thwarted by my own heart,
but I will not aquiesce
and kneel to defeat.
A shining knight stands resolute,
beneath the dust of ages waiting,
for a love that knows me not.
Written by Christopher George