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 Aug 2015 Rustine Gescheidle
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One day,
I will travel the world and see places.
Maybe the immense beauty and their deep secrets
will drown
and suffocate me.
And then maybe,
just maybe,
these feelings will die.
I'll forget about you.
One day.
Garden eyed beauty,
Tulip bloomed smile,
Let us till the soil,
Make anew this land,

The heat has come to stay,
Now is the time for planting,
Every orchard hangs heavy with
The fruit of our labors.

August remains elysium,
The earth is singing her song
through the throats of songbirds,

We remain sleeping,
For the birth of morning,
Dreaming of the harvest
When the sun decides to rise
Only the stars endome the lonely camp,
Only the desert leagues encompass it;
Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit,
Embattled Cold, Imagination's Cramp.
Now were the Desolation fain to stamp
The congealed Spirit of man into the pit,
Save that, unquenchable because unlit,
The Love of God burns steady, like a Lamp.

It burns ! beyond the sands, beyond the stars.
It burns ! beyond the bands, beyond the bars.
And so the Expanse of Mystery, veil by veil,
Burns inward, plume on plume still folding over
The dissolved heart of the amazéd lover-
The angel wings upon the Holy Grail!
Under the stars we'd spend our nights, observing all of the heavenly lights.
Under the night's sky, in peace, and rest, a moment in time entirely ours. Your hand in mine, truly one of a kind, a night bright with a quiet affection in no need of words, a glow of the heart, lighting the dark.
Now under the black speckled sky, I don't know why, but a single tear leaves my eye, alone in the night, looking upon the heavenly light.
Time passed along, and so I'll carry on under the stars.
Something I just wrote with the input of a friend.
Him
He is divine
He is practiced
He is glorious
And I love him

He has never met me
But I know him well
He has never heard of my house
But I know where his is

He is exquisite
He is tenacious
He is notorious
And I love him
Fly to me and kiss my painted lips
And taste the dry red wine
Then stare into my hazel eyes
That in the moonlight shine

It seems far too long that you’ve been gone
And, my dear, I’ve needed you here
So sit and rest your weary feet
And sip gently at your beer

Tell me of your troubled days
That start from troubled nights
And I’ll listen to your problems
And I’ll try to kiss them right

I’ll pull you ever closer
As your hand trails down my spine
And whisper softly into your neck
That for tonight, again, you’re mine

And after the talk and drink are through
We’ll find ourselves in bed
Passionately tangled in each other
Showing words we’ve never said
will you offer me...

   an ear
to listen to my hopes
   my dreams
     and my fears
    eyes
to see beyond what is placed before you
into the depths that make me
who i am
   arms
to hold me when i am afraid
   light
to replace the darkness
that sometimes envelopes me
    an open mind
to accept things about me
you don't understand
    your soul
so that i can hide out there
when i need to be alone
                          with you
    & your heart
so i know that i am safe
without questioning
                         the reason why

give these things to me
and i will give you all that i am

i promise.
that's not asking too much now, is it
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