Words doth touch
deep in the heart
bringforth tears

I had seen this
A dream
Now I feel this
reality of the dream
was my dream true
or I see future without clue

Your shirts fits me
your pants short for me
yet never could fill for thee
thy shoes you left to me

To love a rhyme
a rhythm divine
to love a rhyme
A poets wine
to love a rhyme
words doth entwine
to love a rhyme
hearts luxury crime
to love a rhyme
passion of mine

Life doth reflect
in sickness bed
Days of neglect
fever burning red

words fail to glow
Heart beats dull
thoughts of streams flow
Emptiness silent lull

day goes timeless distaste
Consumed in sick soul
Laid tis day to waste
labour of life stagnant foul

Awaiting the strength to fill
thoughts tis souls mate
oh on a bed lying still
sickness a feeling to hate

As water is to cleansing rain
and heat as to burning flame,
so are you to me; the same.
My fiery rain.

Fill the gutter of my mind.
Fire the coal your heart has mined.
Burn me to the end of time.
Your fire does reign.

r ~ 4/1/14