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Sun of mine,
Is moon of yours..
What shines in me,
Reflects in you..
You and me,
Together makes,
The shine of ours..

You and me;
Are incomplete,
Without each other...
Our shine,  
Makes us valid...
Our love,
Shines in us...
Our shine,
Is worthy...
That can,
Neither be separated,
Nor can be stealed...
Our love is;
An infinite bound..
Like a chemistry bond...

Sun says,  
         love of you wakes in me...
Moon says,
         love of you sleeps in me...

What wakes in us;
That sleeps in us...
That love of light;
Resides in us....
Such light;
In sun and moon,
Makes our love;
An infinite one...
Sun of mine is moon of yours
what wakes in me sleeps in you
A have a guardian angel of woe
Watching over me
He collects my due of sorrow
Pocketing it in black memory
Only when I have been too happy
Will then he a little share
Out of his enormous collection
A carefully measured handful spare
So I am never lost to sadness
Nor ever in happiness corrupt
Living a life in measured scales
Between the two, in his trust
Devoid of bliss, far from infinite joy
Safe from maddening grief and
J Oct 8
I catch myself
wondering what
it feels like to be
loved by you.

I’m almost certain
it would be blissful;
as if my heart’s 
gonna burst into 
gazillion pieces,
and like stardust, 
float across the 
infinite cosmos.

But it is a distant dream.
And it’s time to wake up.
I wonder.
Ces Sep 27
An ethereal and spiritual atmosphere
A presence that cannot be seen
but felt by a heart full of yearning
Music devoid of rhythm and consonance
That seeps into the deepest crevices
of a mind that longs for the infinite
Such an enchanting melody that permeates
the room. A dreamworld opened up
by nothing but the artful arrangement
of sound.
The best
floods through
the writer’s pen,

A wildfire of shooting stars
across papery rows
of crisp oat fields

The most delicious
imbue the reader
down crowny heads
out waltzing feet,

A lyrical nectar
ejecting the soul
into the stratosphere
Pockets Aug 29
One day I will write my last words
Then they can be counted
But until then I am infinite
I can always get better
I can always get worse
Even if I stop for awhile
I will always have words

Do not ever let anyone tell you
That you have lost it
That you are ready to be counted
If you still have blood in your brain
And ink on your tongue
You are infinite
The alpha the omega
The beginning the end
Let your words be the 2nd coming
While your still here
You are no number
You are everything
solfang Aug 24
they say
time will heal your heart;
yet both are infinite
feeling lost.
Grey Aug 16
Shaken away within these sounding walls
The stars no longer shine and night falls
In this place time is endless
Once again I am completely restless
Tired, I am not
Simply trapped within this thought
This place remains unknown
But I feel so at home
Lack of emotion crowds this hollow room
This bed is my waking tomb

This ambience is as empty as this skin
The lights only growing dim
Fully immersed in this devastating calm
In failure, I must be a paragon
Everything is grey
In this infinite void I lay
Nothing exists beyond this
From waking life is there anything to miss ?
My voice is left unheard
Is it here I will discover my worth ?
August 15, 2019
ibkreator Aug 7
Life knows something you don't
and its telling you

as you stop knowing something life does'nt
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