I rest in the bosom of the muse
The breeze carried the soft wish of melancholia
When I thought of you now
At peace with my silence
I can bury you within my skin
A resemblance of honeysuckle is glistening on these memories
I close and withdraw
Let the sun warm
Let it warm
Internal I sense nothing of regret
Only that I never held you
Allow the cold gossamer sheen of winter to descend
Forgetfully the shadows of an angels wing covers the scars of time
Your eyes
Those eyes
Breathe
Yes breathe
A single grain of sand engraved with my words of love for you
Cast me among the heavens as I learn to love alone
Aback I ride the red serpent slithering the moons
Taste of the scales born of the blood I shed
Forgetful I slip
And taste of the rusty blade
2 comments:
I'm pretty sure I commented on this yesterday, but wanted to tell you again how much I like it.
really like the offbeat repetition of some lines...like the eyes...the breathe....let it warm...the bury you in my skin line is tight too sir...
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