In an instant the distance dissolves;
the violent violets flooding my id explode
and the prism of my heart cannot refract the haze.
The days of languishing in the anguish amidst the nebula of my soul
are nearly done – for I am undone.
I yearn to break free from this melancholy madness,
for me this is an unholy sadness.
I am trapped between the moon and sun
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
I know will never come…