Without Assurance

For I am afraid my lord,
Of my own ignorance.

Time is key,
Yet my key is locked away within my heart.

So I wander,
Looking in the woods blindly,

As demons and brutes,
Scowl around my stench of apparent fear.

For once more you have touched me,
And another once more I burst into diamonds.

You travel from a distance,
As I leave our dream in its place.

But will you come back?
Will you comfort me again my love?

For I have endured the cold,
The vanishing fire you breathe to me.

This silence for I have suffered,
Aches me dearly.

Will you come back to me?
Or am I a child chasing after wind?

For I do not need your touch,
Nor your thoughts or feels or attachment.

I need your reality,
To be apart of mine.