Of
more worth than heirlooms, strong as a clergy, living
‘neath
a curtain. I witness,
something
grand, a gem singing
with
sorrow. To rest near a perch, feeding pigeons,
mourning
interior. I see such joy, where pain
is
scattered,
living
in pieces. I love you becomes needed,
warding
off
inner
spirits. Such fervor to gnaw a soul, a galaxy of
instrumentals.
Part
paradise, and part trial, where friends
fathom
not. Something is swept, battling sorcery, fully
ablaze.
A war ensues, closely manic, phoning a mentor. I
need
you becomes a fear, palms washed in tears. We
tour
a mind, open regions, ink to pad, and pad to ink. It was
life
and miracle, a spirit pressing forth, determined by love.
It’s
similar to a geisha, ever in training, to hewn a talent.
We
trek and glance, creek to oak, a throbbing heartbeat.
I’m
with you becomes cryptic, fully felt, as purple as
royalty. So unveil,
sylvan to city, leaping temblors.
