The Neverending Dream

A touch,
upon the   heart
tenderly settles
rescuing him
from  deep slumber
in sorrow's tomb

for emotions
to wisk away
like a daffodil's petals
in flight
on a sole journey
within passion's swoon...

Yet he's a man
in need of serious loving
in the physical
tears fall silent
within an orchestra
of solitude's pain
as a soul keeps pulling
at wanton urges...
it's almost mystical

such blissful recollections
of yesterday's interludes wane...

still battling on
in the name of love's consistant war
the prize for victory...
key to the heart
that's keeps giving more...