*The Sun is not allegiant to the fire.
The grass crown the earth before your feet,
Trees stretch their long hands like those
Of a drowning man's, and the sand shines,
Revealing itself, like attenuated stars,
Like eyes, a lot like eyes intoxicated
By an eager love.
See, I adore...
...your chaos.
I don't believe in storms
Rid of miracles, nor lies
Of truth.
I will make you love you.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
*The Sun is not allegiant to the fire.
The grass crown the earth before your feet,
Trees stretch their long hands like those
Of a drowning man's, and the sand shines,
Revealing itself, like attenuated stars,
Like eyes, a lot like eyes intoxicated
By an eager love.
See, I adore...
...your chaos.
I don't believe in storms
Rid of miracles, nor lies
Of truth.
I will make you love you.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
