Rhetorical Anguish

Now, my precious dream lives within you
The dream I once adorned long ago.
But I never dared imagine its return,
As fear tore through me like thunder.

I never saw myself clearly in the mirror;
Skepticism eclipsed all vision.
Like the gleaming eyes of a black cat in the dark,
I stood in shadow, lightless for a thousand days.

An age has passed; I became a silent effigy,
Fragmented by the burden of desire.
My joys scattered like cotton in the wind,
And I hid inside a thorned cactus now, I bleed.

There was no joy, no spring, no winter,
Only extinction, ancient and unbroken.
Now I see you, a treasure shaped from my dream,
A dream of survival, untouched by love.

Today, nectar means passion still unclaimed
My heart, thawing at the edge of eruption.
The endless journey unfolds in rhetorical anguish,
As I wait for my only companion: the dream.