Embraced by the arms of solitude
Finally a lover who knows his soul
And he fell deep into sleep

Safe as pillows on a bed
Safe as houses
On clouds of marshmallow and honey

Dread has forsaken him

And there appeared a door behind his eyes
Opening it he found a vision
The dearest friend of lost souls
Soft ******* on which to lay the head
Venus
Supple Venus!

Madonna
Perched on the alter where he lost his youth
Bleeding
But healing

I have found you
   You are my essence
   I shall cherish your form

She woke

It was a story of
why and when
of now and then
of miles I ran
of mice and men
It was a story
of lost at Sea
of fantasy
with ecstasy
for the much I longed to see
in A-B-C
it was a story
of storms
broken homes
lost norms
silent gongs
rightful wrongs
it was a story of
strings and thongs
sweet unsung songs
of fractured bones
and forgotten bonds
it was a story of
wild fires to fend
scars to tend
the rigid to bend
a story of foe and friend
of consolation that does pend
of craft we didn't send
and of trying in vain to blend
It was a story hardly penned
for all who could "henned"
A cyclonic story
none could understand
why it didn't end...

if only we would love  
with our eyes
closed
and our hearts
open

we would not see
the outer shell

we would simply
fall in love with
the soul
the spirit
the heart
before us

for the rest
eventually falls away

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