Make Me The Man I Am

I see you every night it seems
In ether dressed resplendent dreams
And every morning I awake
Without you near I start to shake
Alone my heart is breaking.

Make me the man I am
Tear me in tears away from my fears
Offer me the blood of Pan
Heal me; tell me am I real to you?
Does it feel like you could reach out
And touch me if you wanted to?

I find you in my waking states
A Goddess child of binding fates
A Raven Queen, Emerald temptress tempting.

Run unto the hills my child
Goddess fair of nightmares shared.
All hopes collected, new life resurrected.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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