“Can I Pretend for Another Season” by Ingrid Westberg


Can I pretend for another season
That your love exists for me?

No, I must not be obsessed within my dreams like I am.

Must I wait for that uncertain day
When our eyes press to the sun's rays like crystal shades of blue, and tangerine
Or cast myself down before your feet,
Begging for goodness to come from your heart,
Toward the wretched, creature that I have become.

Whatever fate brings,
I know I will not succumb
To the wind that does not bare your name.

Care for me,
Dare for me,
But never fear me.
For, I am yours, blessed child.
Dare to be mine,
Or leave me in my darkness.
For without you there is no light.