Feel
a symphony, blazing in harmony, trickling to a soul. I’m
held
back, yearning to breathe, a world of objects. Read a
forecast,
a soul is crying, to search a prairie green. I love it
in
beige, plus a blue T, speaking softly. Something is
different,
a tragic tale, where love is a rainbow. I’m there,
kneeling
love, a euphony of prose. This is us, a utopic storm,
mourning
goodbyes. Wasn’t it beauty, a broken tempo, to
witness
a mirage? I’m filled with gray, a banner aflame,
sketchy
about love. It’s deep a seam, a gentle kiss,
screaming,
“It cries.” I gaze off, a torn eclipse, flitting through
nightmares.
What to give, a guru’s lot, wafting through a
galaxy?
I ask, somewhat jaded, suspicious of deep regrets.
Is
it us, a bleeding moon, where all is split in halves?
Something
grieves, to read a soul, flesh of my flesh. I’m
held
back, yearning to breathe, a world of fallen pearls. Tell
me love, to winnow
love, but a moment of love.
