Born into dawns spark
of suspicion .
Following faiths track
to eternity.
Questioning the rails
I traipse .
She knows the clouds
breath
crashes in the rocks
refrain .
Yet she fights for the
equality of senses .
We meet at the summit
of a lonely dreamscape ,
with flowers and nymphs
beautiful and armorous .
At the trees spire
we found meaning
as treasonous
blossoms return .
Dripping from loves
estotic comeback
nectar running down
her leg .
While her ballad is
written on ancient winds .
Sung as tragic owls
slip the spires
and wander the
broken fields .
While I lay dying
into dusks arresting
berth of acceptance .
She floats above
the crashing rocks
of freedom .
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Born into dawns spark
of suspicion .
Following faiths track
to eternity.
Questioning the rails
I traipse .
She knows the clouds
breath
crashes in the rocks
refrain .
Yet she fights for the
equality of senses .
We meet at the summit
of a lonely dreamscape ,
with flowers and nymphs
beautiful and armorous .
At the trees spire
we found meaning
as treasonous
blossoms return .
Dripping from loves
estotic comeback
nectar running down
her leg .
While her ballad is
written on ancient winds .
Sung as tragic owls
slip the spires
and wander the
broken fields .
While I lay dying
into dusks arresting
berth of acceptance .
She floats above
the crashing rocks
of freedom .
