Languid as a lizard- baking
In the rays of the desert sun-
I craved content in
Your love.
Yearning as the ocean tides- aching
For the sway, the pull,
The compel of the moon- I wanted
Your attention.
You were God.
I was Creation.
Your face-
So sweet, so kind, so loving-
Belayed my Soul with yours.
Turn your face to me
That I might see life.

But to look too long
Proved painful.
But too much of your presence
And I was torrid, swirling-
Violent.

Bleak as a naked tree,
You tumbled from Grace.

You were never the sun.
You were never the moon.
Illusions-
Your careful constructions of reality-
Once impregnated
My Ego.
Fault lines too large to ignore
Shook my sentience into
Awakening.
Your promises
Shattered.

Unloving, unyielding- I am steadfast.
You- who were once
Protector, guardian- are the object of
My pity.
Cling to me.

Release the branch, and
Grasp for the root.