spectre of a soul
drifts
softly between
peak
and valley,
yearning
for
extremes.
thirsting
for tears
and love.
craving
the brutal
ecstasy of release.
scorched by grace
and salved by fate;
freedom begs
to live
through me….
to rise
over me…..
to die
with me.
for
death thrives
in the balance
somewhere,
a moth sings
songs
of what will always be.
songs
of what never was.
for an eternity
we danced together
under moonlit melodies.
gliding as one,
until
the future intrudes
on our endless moment.
there
are not enough
words
to set me free.
and so I
remain
imprisoned
by a love
long forsaken,
but never
forgotten.
hunting truth
boldly and
without fear:
a fool’s quest
for
the uninitiated;
redemption perhaps,
for
the heartless lovers;
and Home,
for
the lost and broken.
perfection
in the seeking.
satisfaction
in the journey.
knowing
in the forgetting.
faith
against it all.
and there,
my beautiful friend.
is you.
standing triumphant
& battered with glory.
let us,
together,
fall
until we cleave
to forever.
for every
step towards the
inevitable,
i
will wait
for you.
as
life
rolls, and scampers,
and rambles on,
I
will wait
for you.
with
eyes full
of mischief and
with love
undimmed
by time’s wracking pains,
you endure, and
i
will wait
for you.
wise
grey fool
who stayed
by me,
I
will always be
with you.
trapped
in the wrinkles between
what was
&
what will be,
youth’s charms lie
before these tired eyes
&
failure sinks far,
far
behind.
this moment
calls to me.
so
no longer need
I call for
you.
splendid
and so fresh,
she returns
to me
long after the need
has past.
and
She rains
silence.
Love
Grows
From
Within
One
Giant
Heart
sorceress &
alchemist.
catcher of dreams
&
weaver of tales.
she
draws me close
and up,
twixt burning stars
and wintry suns.
and
She rains
miracles.
over heath and dale
fox & fairy;
devil & hare,
all gather to
listen
to her tales.
and
she
rains
love.
ghosts
march behind
every smile.
jests
rolled across
a bed of thorns.
love
blooms from
excremental fear.
beauty
conceived
in anxiety’s
existential embrace.
and
life,
kicking
on oblivion’s door,
asking for coffee,
or perhaps,
some tea.
only in
nothing’s embrace,
are we finally
ready
to love.
dreams
call back
to summer
soirees
where fireflies
and
crickets waltzed till dawn
and cicadas
sang
of life
&
love.
now,
hanging tantalizingly close
in wondrous unknown,
destiny never seemed as near
as you.
yet dreams,
once so bold
&
grand,
only
look back,
for fear
to dare again
like before.
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