Days filled with joy, orange sunsets on summer nights,
but slowly, and then all at once, they turn red.
In the next moment it's over, and you can breathe in the breeze; Fresh Air.
Free from bindings I carefully crafted, out of a stifling cell, gone is The Warden.
You know what they say, "you and me and the devil makes three", but you're the devil in disguise.
And honey, I'm not in **** no more.
I'm really glad I made the titles of these past poems a pair- because Orpheus is how I used to feel but now it's Eurydice, or at least it's where I'm getting to- not giving a **** about them or being under their control.
I fell head over heels in love with my comely neighbor Bernadette Without ever seeking consent of the noble soul,just think of it! All those long passionate,purple prose crafted, burning midnight oil My offerings for her,reposed in my imagination,till they withered!
nothing so crude as these words on the page nothing so uncrafted as the clarity of me in her eye nothing more natural than her comforts she fashions at the end of my day she is still golden at the height of the arch of her young song still able write her path but she remains here for our summer day
my mind lying like a black and white photograph lost to the ages within her words of the day nothing more beautiful than the truth of her embrace thin fabric of her dress expresses the warmth of her skin without losing the demure of her innocence
I wait here in the shade as she plays in the sunlight a song only her heart can know plays idle my fingers spin romance carefully wrought in silver and jade cold metal reflecting brightly smooth stone hard to warm but as it lay in the sun it becomes
nothing so uncrafted as the clarity of me in her eye nothing so bold as her rushing to my arms
you do magical things to me bring out the the compassion and hope you entice the gentle heart in me i know its because you are magical yourself i see it in everything about you i see it in how i am captivated by your eyes by the suggestion of you in the deepest dreams of my soul like dreamlight crafted in hearts warmth you haunt me
standing here at my crossroads with you sweetly on my mind will i ever find my way home to hear your gentle laugh to your tender embrace will i ever really have a home again now that your so far away dreamlight crafted in hearts warmth you will forever remain
forever here at my crossroads edge of the deep sea and the wild lonely desert forever looking to distant shore and the memory of you the taste of you on my soul dreamlight crafted in your hearts warmth means so much to me you are the song my heart breaths
guess it works better now that i chopped off that last line
Crafted like a diamond with the hands of the greats Van Gough, Da Vinci put together like Cubism with the vision of Picasso A mind like Shakespeare, Dickens Intelligent like Artificial Intelligence Envisioned by God A perfect being and made into the best, the most perfect person
Made by perfection into perfection
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