I
need you more, when glory is fading, a disappearing background. I’m gently
askew, to challenge time, peering into almond eyes. We broke a sphere, to
shatter a mirror, climbing impossible buildings; and here we live, ligaments of
a sacred body, swimming a furnace of hearts. I’m upon a roof, to stare at
stars, looking at a vase shaped diamond. You’ve planted seeds, to reap a
harvest, invested in our love. A teapot is whistling, to cry a soul, mourning a
beautiful tragedy. I was lost for wits, a shade of darkness, in need of
autonomy. Often we speculate, to fathom ghosts, to relive a nightmare; and
there we are, dredging up a wound, to revisit pains; for we must fathom, this
lesion, this host of tactics. It’s deep a soul, attached to a core, to taunt sanity.
You brave darkness, to realize love, pushing towards self. It’s a mystic
dialogue, a midnight light, a wound made of oak. I cry a jasper pain, torched
with burgundy eyes, enflamed with memories; and you hold me, to tackle
controversy, where a saga is breathing life. What to give, to hamper invasion,
a genetic doctrine?
Ever this terrible
cry, found in your eyes, a leaflet of prose. It’s deep a fiber, your very soul—preaching
logic. I love you more, to hear your voice, an unyielding stimulus. We walk a
bridge, to float a kite, to pluck petals; but rumors have come, a series of
taunting, ever to impose. We live it boldly, a book of facts, to guide a
nation; for love is sword, a chair of knowledge, to accompany reason; so I love
you more, to know your past, as sacred as Israel. And we yearn, a new
Jerusalem, sorting through Egyptian diamonds.
