Stars that drips from slender hips
Holding the moon, cradling the sun
Such promise
Such desire
Oh what man would not be inspired?
Divine madness - a worth avatar
Come in, dive deep.
Yet what safe harbor shall you keep?
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Simply Tired - The City of the Lost
Beloved
darling of my soul
fire that speaks with primal cords
He who I cry out to across the skies
behold the emptiness that belies my eyes
the rattling inside my soul
the vacuum of sorrow that has taken hold
Tis the pain that drips from slender hips
pale flesh that draws the wicked flame
yet why is it none even utter my name?
Who yearns to speak?
who yearns to need?
Such sorrows I wept...
Dust on fragile scar kissed feet.
The wind rises and I must flee
into another world if needs be.
darling of my soul
fire that speaks with primal cords
He who I cry out to across the skies
behold the emptiness that belies my eyes
the rattling inside my soul
the vacuum of sorrow that has taken hold
Tis the pain that drips from slender hips
pale flesh that draws the wicked flame
yet why is it none even utter my name?
Who yearns to speak?
who yearns to need?
Such sorrows I wept...
Dust on fragile scar kissed feet.
The wind rises and I must flee
into another world if needs be.
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