a crippling wind upon the skin yet your beauty is of thy thoughts
a ripple upon the lake that descends through time
the silver lining of a grey and forgotten heart
yet you would read this and not know
yet you may hear these rhymes and not realize
that you are beauty that blesses whom ever may lay eyes upon
may you lay softly upon a pillow and hear words sweeter than mine
forever a night to be alone that night is not meant for you
and as curtains fall realizes these words are for you
A harboring sense of inert desire, A fallen quest of lust and loss
Unto a shadow of what use to be,
crippled by societies monetary means
Seeing only the false grandeur of forged pleasure,
and hearing only what is null.
Only higher means can change this man
Something to look unto other than one’s self
It matters not the fact but the love of such
That god can do so much.
What is that which beats thy heart,
Is it that which phases the moon,
Thy love is a over flowing cup to imbibe.
So why are the waves reaching unto land
Are they as well wishing to hold your hand,
Thy passion is a feast yet fasting has taken this man.
The mountains rise unto land reaching for the sky
Leaving their shallow home they become something more.
And with all creation a cry unto the unknown;
yet beauty harbors within tears and my love does not fear,
the chalice shall I drink the feast I shall eat
I as well will be glad and as the waves, may it be in vain, I will reach for your hand.
What bright has been laid before my eyes?
A beauty of raw, an emotion of intense
A sight of creation, a delight of life
A seamless thought, a rule of notion
Bask in the light, feed on the divine
Fat I became so easily on such scene
Please thy love, never go away
Will you not stay, lay with me my amour
Pray my love, never stray from thy gate
Won’t you lay with me as my heart agapes?
Phantom tears from inert desire
Wishing for a marry me, receiving nothing
Wanting a love me, yet hearing only the eaves
She covets her liberty and prays for rest
such fallen is laid to rest
that which never knew what was best
a trickle of life from the scaffolding of love
yet the eaves of her heart were dry.