A verbal gambit

Just a verbal gambit
founded in desire
One that missed and misfired.

Why am I like this?
unrequited, un-kissed
am I desired? am I missed?

So the light drifts away
a bit higher, am I losing
the light of the day

Restless night, little sleep
but dreams do come
a blessing to His little sheep

Lobelia, beyond imagination
visions amazingly believable
given what I know

What dreams may come
keeper of knowledge deep
What a world I know
.