Eclipsed

day and night

darkness
and light

juxtaposed
both
in mood
and tone

she is
both loved
and hated

scorned
and worshiped

the object
of my passion

the target
of my obsession

is there even a difference?

love
long since forgotten

passion
buried deep inside

forgiveness
for sins i cannot pardon

an angel of mercy
to purge my fear
and ego avarice

she is me?

the answer
always
lies within

anger towards her
a reflection
of my own fear

i sit quietly
watching thoughts
struggle with
awareness

heart vs. mind

paradigm shift
on all levels

her quiet vigil
for my inner war
to finally end

as our connection
strengthens,
the separation
diminishes

presence in room

hand on shoulder

i miss you

always