At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:
And as the last slow sudden drops are shed
From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,
So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.
Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start
Of married flowers to either side outspread
From the knit stem; yet still their mouths, burnt red,
Fawned on each other where they lay apart.

Sleep sank them lower than the tide of dreams,
And their dreams watched them sink, and slid away.
Slowly their souls swam up again, through gleams
Of watered light and dull drowned waifs of day;
Till from some wonder of new woods and streams
He woke, and wondered more: for there she lay.

I tried to climb to the
heavens but the rope
snapped, it frayed under
my weight of how high
I tried to get.

I tried to fly but I fell
to the ground, to lick
my wounds and get
back up from the
ground.

I climbed the highest tree,
the mountains where the
air was thin, I couldn't
climb fly any higher.

Then I realised that I
was reaching for some
thing that wasn't there.

I should have faith in my
self in others not trying
to rely on that which is
not really there.

I relied on some thing
that we all fall under the
curse of believing in some
thing non existent.

But  now I believe, believe
in myself and others not
something that isn't even
real just words wasted in air
my feet are firmly on the
ground.

I can't tell if you have any idea how
much of my heart and soul you're
packing with your things.

If you don't, I wish you'd let me tell you.
But you won't. You'll say, "Save your
breath, I know what you're going to say."

Your right that I do need to save my
breath. Because it feels like you're
packing that too.

I'm trying not to cry, and to put on my
happy mask that you like, But I can't
find my happy mask right now. I think
you may have accidentally packed it
with your things. Or was it an accident?

Either way, it's gone. If you come across
it, please bring it back and help me
cover this gaping hole.

Do you see her
oh skies,

..where ever she may be,
these blessed fingers; hold fast,
swiftly they bring my curse;

once cherishing they're touch,
here they rip your heart from afar..

they run through your hair,
you've no need for a brush,
they divert your attention,

the moonlight used to
bring me news of
your brilliant reflections,

distance has loosened my grip

now im left to look above,
clouds....
darkness their covering;

i am all but left to play charades...

(...I wait for those darks clouds to one day turn white again...)



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