I gallop dreams, peering at séance eyes—this renaissance
love; as falling at fey, to ever return, a bouquet for our woes; this inner
fire, our iron grays, this interrogation; to mumble truths, in-love forever,
playing charades. Our hearts alive, as choosing to live, this feeling of
cascades; to enter blindly, as evading lies, engaged in tears. Our mermaids
laughing; our sons as rebels; our days a fury of dreams; this miracle of times,
avoiding poison trees, deep at this argument; indeed, for visions, to live out
passion, a bit twisted with humans; to want for mercy, as given such love, to
remember our names fall apart. Its effort for souls, this poignant romance, to
know that we can: as loving through weather, our evermore, our souls flint—this
furious focus, to adore this life, at woes to harm us; indeed, this love,
cultured by graces, to outlive this calling death: as counting seashells; or asleep
to pain; those eyes this ascending song; to break with caution, as visions
awaken, our pearl this fiery skyrocket; indeed, I dream, to want for
everything, a faultless baguette: tainted by magic; believing beyond facts; if
merely to faint at such words; this thing for hopes, the surety of mortals, at
trance to fall such doubts. I fade to thoughts, as dreamt existence, a sage but
a song for sorcery; to chance this art, this hymn of roses, that flawless
aria—to shift through summers, or cuddle through winters, this thing through
life as mental. I envision this dance,
as a foreign soul, seeking this world: draped in fusions; a man of doubts; too
involved to perish love: this inner art; this lively minx; our moments wanting
forever; to sing of love, as to capture concrete, floating through abstract
allusions. This pearl of times, this segue to arts, this harp flaming with
spirits; to chance this life, our souls at moons, to have but one sun—to argue
fate, this famous enchantment, our brains to storm. I hope for much, alive as human, seeking out
that higher self; to stipple a fortress, this electric charge, at peace with
presence; indeed, this life, with much to give, our souls soaring through
music; as face to face, our naked lights, given more than necessary; for this
is love, this grand infusion, to pass through impatient times.
