I Wait For You
Inside a limbo of conscious being,
our bodies lie somewhere between,
I lay down in a casket of nails and chains.
A gentile touch to sooth my pain.
How can I touch you, sweet lady?
I long to see you beneath the blackened veil life has put between us.
I cannot break the chains as the nails pierce my limbs and hands.
The light grows dim, closer within,
my hands, the ache, the blood escapes.
Never to die in peace, locked within heartlessness without release,
that I cannot lie at your side.
Somewhere locked within the spirit,
somewhere in a conscious state,
is held the vault which holds all desires.
It seems so long, waiting to touch your hands.
When can we be together without fear?
Do not fear the darkness.
I will believe in you as you believe in me.
P. J. Campise
