Into the distance I sail on a dream.
Somewhere in the night I can feel your heat,
Flowing unto me, making my heartbeat.
Following your light, I’m ridding your beam.
I’m so long away my longing does scream.
I’m searching for you, and longing to cheat,
To find you before we no longer meat;
I’m lost in myself, and my lustful steam.
But there in the stars I’ve found your soft light.
Like the cool rivers flow quenching my thirst;
You bathe me in warmth, and ease my poor site.
The touch of your skin’s a joy I can’t fight.
And though there’s been more you’re always my first.
So touch me again while passions burn bright.
© 2004
Michael David Morash
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Sonnet V - While Passions Burn Bright
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Sonnet V - While Passions Burn Bright
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