Come, wipe away my thoughts of you
Now that you are not mine
Return to visit, oh blessed spirit
Conquer the grasps of time
To commemorate the days of past
To scorn the sleepless nights to come
And establish a vigil to ever-last
How to not know pain, yet not fall numb?
Teach me your ways, as your body lies
How is it you fell at my feet, while your free soul flies?
Let me be like you--sensationless, but eternal
Ne'er again to feel the cool of night
Nor the sun's infernal
Arms of light
I long to dwell in glory's abode
To feel you run through my spirit-hair
The passion of life which death fears to part
The mixtures of ancients in the sacred air
To feel no flesh,
Yet feel all of your love
To gift you my ghost
On the wings of the dove
Every morning have I gazed into clouds
I beseech the heavens to gather them into your likeness
Placing every heart's hope in these celestial vapors
Feeding my strength and my youth into my futile madness
Why have you left me, to romance of the seraph?
You sip the caresses of divinities
How could I have been so foolish to let death in
And ****** you away with her cold, dark delicacies?
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Come, wipe away my thoughts of you
Now that you are not mine
Return to visit, oh blessed spirit
Conquer the grasps of time
To commemorate the days of past
To scorn the sleepless nights to come
And establish a vigil to ever-last
How to not know pain, yet not fall numb?
Teach me your ways, as your body lies
How is it you fell at my feet, while your free soul flies?
Let me be like you--sensationless, but eternal
Ne'er again to feel the cool of night
Nor the sun's infernal
Arms of light
I long to dwell in glory's abode
To feel you run through my spirit-hair
The passion of life which death fears to part
The mixtures of ancients in the sacred air
To feel no flesh,
Yet feel all of your love
To gift you my ghost
On the wings of the dove
Every morning have I gazed into clouds
I beseech the heavens to gather them into your likeness
Placing every heart's hope in these celestial vapors
Feeding my strength and my youth into my futile madness
Why have you left me, to romance of the seraph?
You sip the caresses of divinities
How could I have been so foolish to let death in
And ****** you away with her cold, dark delicacies?
