Forever whispered in depth it arises
between the meaning on the horizon
I catch a glimpse of history and fate within a breath and heaven's gate
For which it denies the spirit that is alive
inside the mind
between the eyes
mastery within another with limitless bounds
it dances it sings alive in hollowed ground
Can not wait, can not take, another sigh, another taste
Within these walls I feel the scream
aching
breathing
eternity
and so mote it be that with each breath it takes
It cannot deliver, the promise it cannot make.
So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon.
Will the stone ever speak of me? Of dreams, of life, of possibilities? Will it convey my song, my smile, my dance, my style?
Will it whisper, will it scream?
Will it stay silent, no truth gleaned?
Brother and brother, lover and lover, creating another, over and over
its haunted dreams of fate exist within every take.
Can not be,
let it go,
let another reap and sow.
Blazing alive in eternity's sigh so that it may peacefully lie within the reach of the Oneiroi's sleep.
So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon.
Written while thinking of love while visiting Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah, Georgia
