Torments of a Soul Crushed by an imaginary Gaze from a make-believe Lover.
Oh, who are these cruel Gods that laugh behind my back?
To think that I forced love into a box and threw it into the abyss of perdition,
only to have it surface when another took me in her arms.
How can your presence and image rupture my being,
and the very soul within that got lost in a quest for affection,
when your memory of me is old and bleak?
After all – we were never lovers.
Only in a lucid dream I wished to be real,
did I have a chance of facing your gaze without bursting to flames.
– F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 
So glad you stopped by… can’t wait to have some time to pause and read you…
I’m glad I found your blog 🙂 I hope you enjoy my writing when you get the time to read it!
” chance of facing your gaze without bursting to flames”
That’s very strong imagery to finish the poem, awesome!! 😀
Thank you! 😀 I was actually a bit unsure whether to end with that or write something else. Glad I chose to end the poem where I did 😉
One of the best post I read today…. so much feeling and emotions for every lines…
That comment gives me so much honour! Thank you 🙂 I wrote it spontaneously in a temporary moment of distress so I’m glad my feelings were captured.
I agree. The last two lines are very poignant. “Only in a lucid dream I wished to be real,
did I have a chance of facing your gaze without bursting to flames.” Nicely done. 🙂
Thank you! 🙂 It was the best way I could think of showing how it feels when you’re in love with someone you can only ever dream of holding in your arms.
a magical poem. loved the longing and the beauty
Thank you 🙂 I’m glad the hurtful longing came across!
🙂 LOVE IT !!
Thank you! 😀
Can’t escape the temptation of the title…. Can’t deny the shivers from the content…. I’m sharing this on facebook.
That is such a wonderful comment! Thank you! It really made me happy 🙂 and I’m thrilled that you enjoyed it so much that you shared it!