Wednesday, 14 January 2009
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There was once a time, when music lied within these lines. When two walked as two and thought as less. When dreams of lovers foretold the inevitable. But alas, how times have darkened these rhymes and demons now dance to our song. But fear not, as these lines shall cast away what should have never been.
I'll recall no stranger day than this drenched in the dreariness of may
When thoughts fruitless, thus familiar led me astray.
when the summer's dew possess'd a latch no free mind could deny;
together as one, myself and lover lied.
There a heart, pure as a zephyr cast about the trees
invoked pangs of lust and fantasy.
Her stare steeped in passion, earthborn; and tamed by the wild
Beauty i'd known before this visual carress, now i dine in loveliness.
Guide me maiden, from this shadowed grove?
so i may feast upon your grace
until horror and disgust adorn that timeless face.
Engorged and smitten as i lay, a smile and hope destined'ly remained
Incited by the strange, drawn as a wave towr'd a heavenly crescent
Parted from the grove, now grumbling with a once-gospel like message
muted by ears doused in forget. Front to the stars had alighted my senses;
gilding the moment of mulberries redenned by her presence.
To my Dearest Tricia. Alive in this gilded frame is the bliss of the uncommon and the roots of myth......braided in life, tied by death.
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