Tender heart and fragile interlaces within foreign lands the flight of yesterday The world desires secret places I am frail, weak with ache and longing Leave me here, where it is always night speak softly, the whispers linger upon air the downward timber of your voice returns me to reside again among the aromatic folds of worn linen and faded letters that lay about pleading with shadows and drifting strands that frame your face they filter the hazel light and shine in a fiery halo bittersweet, do not ever forget me let me live on forever through the lens of our past the fullness of what was complicit in your pleas youthful subject of folly I am yours In the secret places Lay me down in those places once again |
How long had I waited without knowing through all those dark cruel days and fevered endless nights passing like a slow lingering death time crawled alongside me mocking me for my love wasted on the unknown all those I crossed had I only known of you but our paths never crossed so we could cross each other lost pleas that forever fell on deaf ears how desperate I had become, to remember what I couldn't have known within all the pitiful sorrows, I waited because I never knew alone with memories I could not recall each sunrise and sunset irrelevant, because I had not known of you how long had I waited to know you, to seek the knowledge of you. |
In the gilded shrine of memory
through infinite portals and reflecting pools among the ruins of our temples a memorial that compasses about, pressing always forward until I am weighed down beneath them, in a glorious submission. |
Each exhale succumbs like waning crescents in the celestial sky silently sing to me the words that are given in dreams sacred nocturnal heaven each kiss a lullaby a devotion that still remains, suspended in the eclipse of a midnight moon. |
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