I follow her behind,
As a foshatique
Shadow; hiding,
In her meadows,
In the morn I slip
Into her pillow,
By the thoughts
She releases.
I want to be her
Blanket that warms
Her in the night, that
Creeps up on her
Tight; a slow warm
Release.
Im her heart, thought
She does not hear
Me beat, I am her
Blood that she
Leaks, verily
Im her soul.
Im her silver
And her gold,
In a furnace;
Being refined.
Im her footsteps,
Her sun, and moon,
Though she only
Hides me in her
Room; where
She can only
Find.
Im her pathway
And her sign;
And now the
Path is barren-
She let it go,
Though I do
Know, im
Her shadow
She left behind.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
I follow her behind,
As a foshatique
Shadow; hiding,
In her meadows,
In the morn I slip
Into her pillow,
By the thoughts
She releases.
I want to be her
Blanket that warms
Her in the night, that
Creeps up on her
Tight; a slow warm
Release.
Im her heart, thought
She does not hear
Me beat, I am her
Blood that she
Leaks, verily
Im her soul.
Im her silver
And her gold,
In a furnace;
Being refined.
Im her footsteps,
Her sun, and moon,
Though she only
Hides me in her
Room; where
She can only
Find.
Im her pathway
And her sign;
And now the
Path is barren-
She let it go,
Though I do
Know, im
Her shadow
She left behind.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Foshatique: a word I created meaning ( a fashionable antique, or fashionable ancient).
Verily:truly.
Barren: empty, desolate,.
