Poem - "Churchyard"

I don’t think you understand.

There is no way to articulate what happens

In the recesses of my brain,

Where sunbeams of fantasy grace me,

And hailstorms of dread torture me,

But you are the stone maiden at the altar

Of my mindscape Churchyard.

You never move from this special spot,

Confined to the marble on which you stand.

Despite me knowing this, I cannot keep my eyes away,

For fear of you vanishing

When I am not looking.

I ignore the swaying grass tickling my ankles,

The shadows looming around me,

The thoughts lurking behind me,

And keep my eyes on you,

Only you.

I tell myself this is not fear, rather love;

But what is love if not for the haunting

Of fear?