On every single night, the heavens rise,
and the ages descend when your eyes dance.
You ingratiate the barren night skies,
Like a void star, befallen, left to chance.
Plight yet graceful on the adorned stage
the limitless expectation, recant.
A gift the blessing of the exquisite
soft golden glazed inquest aspiration,
And in them I witness, the perfection.
The spike that pierces, a sinister sole
a driver of unhinged unworthy worlds.
To grace it with an unhinged perfection.
The heavens have come to set, to see you.
and I arise with the night to seek you.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
On every single night, the heavens rise,
and the ages descend when your eyes dance.
You ingratiate the barren night skies,
Like a void star, befallen, left to chance.
Plight yet graceful on the adorned stage
the limitless expectation, recant.
A gift the blessing of the exquisite
soft golden glazed inquest aspiration,
And in them I witness, the perfection.
The spike that pierces, a sinister sole
a driver of unhinged unworthy worlds.
To grace it with an unhinged perfection.
The heavens have come to set, to see you.
and I arise with the night to seek you.
Its a fair attempt at a Shakespearean love sonet