But a Key Away


What will I say to her when she finally
grasps the life of my soul within the 
palms of her gentle hands?

How shall I show her, the boundaries
of my love are equal unto her desire?

My soul beckons to her, hold me close, 
Yet closer still, for the chill of loneliness, 
Emptyness, tears at my heart with ruthless
ferocity, and endless anguish.

Take heed, grasp my love before the darkness
casts shackles around it, and chains it unto
the bewildering dungeon amonst the deepest 
recesses of the abyss.

Look deep into my eyes, search for the light
which is held captive by demons who laugh
at the torment of their prey.

Search for the key, unlock the door which
will release the light of my love back unto the
world, and into your loving arms.

My love, my heart, the essence of my very soul
awaits your discovery, to be redeemed into 
content solitude within your life.

Search not long or far, for I am but a key
away in partaking of all the cherished 
love you desire. 

But the spark grows dim, 
Yet the fresh breath within you,
Will breath new life into it, and 
into your life as well.

Seek me out, for I am but a 
grasp away.......................


Nichole Letitia Byrom
July 21, 1997