Opening the door of silence
Walking in, absorbing it, the musty smell
The tranquility not mighty enough
To vanquish the babble of the world.
Yet, here, here the footsteps echo,
Until my seat arrives, and there I am.
This is my sanctuary,
And none may touch me.

For my fingers stride and slide
Attempting to mimic the geniuses of the past
Their beautiful gift I try to hear
Only two senses keen here, of ear and eye
My heart warms to the reverberations around
And my sight upon my fingers, guiding
This is my sanctuary
And all may hear me.

And then my gaze lifts up, echoes know
The emptiness within the infrastructure
Thoughts cross, the echoes continue on
All for myself, the broken silence is.
But the silence stands in harmony with it
The gift of geniuses past.
This is my sanctuary
Yet I am alone.

And thus we probe a sphere of energy
Floating aloft in a void of darkness
Radiating a sepia-rayed life
Pulsating through the ravages of time

Yet in twain it reacts to synergy
Alongside an utter orb of rashness
And draining thine sphere through malice and strife
Down to destruction from all that sublime

Thine beauty then lost
A terrible cost
Absorbed by the void and lake of sulfur.

And now we probe a sphere of energy
Floating aloft in a void of darkness
Illuminating iridescent soul
Pulsating through the seen promises prime

Yet in twain it reacts to synergy
Alongside known substance unseen
Yet transmuting all parts into the whole
Purifying of moths and rust and grime

And ye grow so bright
Giving others sight
In due time to ascend in a whirlwind.

So I ponder an empty box,
Of brown and a simple ribbon,
And I contemplate its contents
For when I bequeath it to you.

Betwixt jewels and valuables,
I leave within a mere mirror.
And fill the box with my essence
Wrapped with forever loving care

So when the gaze enters the box
There through the box’s essence, eyes
Meeting themselves through my own light
Open up to another’s world

There she dives into the mind’s eye,
And submerges into beauty
Of mind, body, spirit, and soul
Inside an angel in disguise

A potential unknown hiding
Behind her deep blue sea eyes
In knowledge, in love, in caring,
Deep sea of everlasting warmth

For every gaze into this sea,
Warm smiles grow across my face,
And every laugh, embrace and more
Brings supreme happiness within

My heart and soul.

How I do love unto,
But am not loved upon;
I tremble in repose
From the dusk until dawn.

Dost thouest lovest me?
Too exalted is thee?
For it is your isle,
I pick from the whole sea.

A virus overwhelmed me
One as quite unique
Different from all others,
Failing to power leak.

Infestations come and go,
But this one wants to stay
No matter anyone’s acts,
It doesn’t go away.

I fought it strong and long
Foiling to my win
Maybe it’d be painless
If I would just give in.

A plague one of a kind
Haunting until so,
A copy is made and sent
Conjuring a friend from foe

Then they’ll live in harmony
The virus and ourselves.
And perhaps a later day,
To hear the wedding bells.

I am merely an echo.

Molding other personalities into my own,
Collecting, holding, and drawing
Alien characteristics into my personality.

Then back to true form again

Horizon coming,
A storm is brewing
The wind swept in,
My stress is fueling.

This storm that’s swelling,
The clouds are linking;
The wind swept out,
A sun that’s shrinking.

I see some flashing,
Blackness is calling.
Terra rumbles;
The drops are falling.

The acid dropping,
In drops are clutching
My building stress,
That now is plunging.

Droplets are landing
On of my thinking.
Giving which back,
What I made sinking.

Echoes of flashing
The winds are flowing
From start to end;
Horizon going.