Born into a world,
A place where the nothing was my everything.
Dreaming away a dead life,
Doomed to the broken design.
Goes by a little stretch of eternity;
More than meets the eye,
the soul catches a glimpse of another,
Looks once more to find it's its other.
Resurrected at the sound of a halo,
The bits of familiarity in the universe of peculiarity,
Resonates across the hollow.
Once more allowed to a spark of happiness,
Sweeter than any childhood dream,
Euphoria is no longer a distant memory.
A halo full of fire,
The nothing expires,
Burns to the deepest ground
Scared of the fall,
Dreading I shall crawl,
I touch the ground,
And I lay in awe.
All I feel,
Is the highest of peaks.
Endlessly hungered for this love,
Bitten by rust,
Floating in the clusters of mistrust.
Now nothing obstructs,
The mixing of two frigid souls like mist,
The flows of the river of pure bliss,
Fueling the fire of every kiss.
Now I press my head against my pillow in rest,
Knowing mornings shall be the inhales of
Musk and spices off your chest,
In our little mosaic of truest love.
Seeps into my bones,
All the silver and gold,
Lingers For as long as time can hold.
Flaunting this treasury,
The you in me.