delusional sweet,
deliciously scattered
among that fine gold
sun moon and stars
effaced by celestial grace
beholden to you
from a separate world
is that hair full
of golden locks
the soft light of that
angelic smile shifting
earth into some celestial isle
adrift i amble on forlorn
far from the graces of my sweet
and my harp knows no sound but pain
and so heaven sighs
its sad hymn
to see you so far away
so assuredly
my head full of dreams
of you so far away
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
delusional sweet,
deliciously scattered
among that fine gold
sun moon and stars
effaced by celestial grace
beholden to you
from a separate world
is that hair full
of golden locks
the soft light of that
angelic smile shifting
earth into some celestial isle
adrift i amble on forlorn
far from the graces of my sweet
and my harp knows no sound but pain
and so heaven sighs
its sad hymn
to see you so far away
so assuredly
my head full of dreams
of you so far away
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