Within my grasp yet beyond my reach lies my beloved,
Whose eyes illuminate the darkness I yield,
Whose words hold captive my conscious past reason and rhyme,
That is the snare that traps me.
This fulfilling void I've come to embrace bears the essence of times forgotten,
Hidden alone in the ruins of dreams broken I reside,
Within the means of prayer and composure I sit and meditate on a virtue,
To transcend the physical and join the formless to meet my beloved I try,
I collect and render a feeling that my heart that will lead me to decide.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
Within my grasp yet beyond my reach lies my beloved,
Whose eyes illuminate the darkness I yield,
Whose words hold captive my conscious past reason and rhyme,
That is the snare that traps me.
This fulfilling void I've come to embrace bears the essence of times forgotten,
Hidden alone in the ruins of dreams broken I reside,
Within the means of prayer and composure I sit and meditate on a virtue,
To transcend the physical and join the formless to meet my beloved I try,
I collect and render a feeling that my heart that will lead me to decide.
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