Sunlight

The delusional clarity that love brings
Does not diminish under the analysts glare.
Tempered wishes grate with freedoms cry
While obscured pleasures demand action.
Time heals and time withers; not with true love.

An acceptance of failure does not indicate acceptance.
Love will accept what cannot be, even if the heart cannot.
Dreams continue and others return
To give life to enduring torment.
Pleasures once remembered continue to give solace.

My Rose returns with each spring of my mind.
The fragrances of her love and warmth of her tongue.
Quiet moments of forethought drift into haze
As she moves before my eyes; which she did not trust.
I feel cold in the evenings. The dark is grey when alone.

The first day of February; cold, crisp and challenging.
Redolent of returning new beginnings.
When the sun spears through the window I see her hair.
If I could just stay asleep and dream some more
I could be in my chosen reality. I remember Rose in the sunlight.