I
love you to hear you grinning and spinning through love.
It’s
a deadline to meet with composure to imbue a goddess.
You
drift so gently while gripping time to suffer a deficit;
or
rather, something perceived, an internal beast, to walk
in
chains. I grant a guarantee: it ever returns, pushing
towards
composition. The music bounces where I see eyes
as
precious as magpies. We increase sorrow ever for an
opus
veiled in destiny. I love it teasing a masterpiece to
sculpt
a touch for heart. Is it there a pool of tears a tender
release?
Some are chiefs of pain to reconstruct while rising
through
whispers. I’m a cigar to feel you grinning and
spinning
through love. It was never so bold as to flight
through
heritage and life. I get annoyed to grip a pillow
asearch
for metaphors. It’s mandalas for souls and flames
for
spirit riding a kayak for waves. We drift so young
fighting
for a future afraid to utter rain. Is this for story to
sit
through appointments touched with resistance? I pale in
comparison
ever for more grinning and spinning through
life.
Open canals to shoot for springs to pour through
the
force of times. I’m a bit ashamed rising through this
nightmare;
but love is made purple flooring through green
to
pause at red grains.
