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May 2012
Your eyes like Kether, the beginning of all things
solemnly I swear to share my soul with your sight
sometimes the light looks so elegant in the white of your bright
ness, I weep in the wallowing waters of your world
the weight seems oh so Empty when you wash up on shore
I never bore in your presence, it is your mere essence
that I crave, in which it makes me behave in wild
wonders of wasted memories of yesterday, won't you
welcome me into the fantasies of your dreams?

Whenever there is darkness in my night I feel your
heart as my light to keep my days bright
your touch as sweet as the sound of silence that
Simon and Garfunkel slowly sing, sadness is never
my sword when you are around, my shield
never sorrow, I only wear the crown of your
cherished kiss. I'll never miss anything
more than the stone of your scent

I cannot recollect a time when all was simple
but in your hair is where I care to hide
when all my troubles seem too high to bare.
I will never scare those furies in the forests
of failure, but flourish in fables of your
fixed phantasms, your tragic caves and comedic
ark that seem to ring through rites of spring

You are my everything, my hope for a level
above gods and men, if only we could
live on vibrations of purity and aether
we'll travel through dimensions vast and humble
when some golden future welcomes the mumbles
of our soft sounding hellos and hurrahs.

Can I say? What more is there on earth than
emptiness where we can play and forget
what we used to be. This reality is no more
fantasy than the dreams we see each other
in, where we can swim and never drown,
where our gold rests not in crowns but in hearts
of blood beat waterfalls, flowing faster with
every fabric of our forgotten foundation.

The moment we met was tragedy because I could
never once again feel that happy.
Let's draw lines forever and never, oh never fall...
Our wings white with feathers of a new dawn dripping
with dew we could taste the elegance of a new life...
you need not be my wife, because all marriage leads
to strife, what we need are barriers, so everyday
we can break through and I can touch you
only to be pulled away and struggle to fight another
day and see your face, embrace the pain of
fading away, soft and slow, like a heartbeat that never existed...
Written by
jmc
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