hands pure as snow picking me up from thorns piercing through.
chills overcome as it levitates me above into the air of peace where no home of pain resides.

up, up and away i go leaving rough tracks and stone pathways.

no more pain, no more weight.

The Great Storyteller
pens ink to the wind
Pressing pen to its paper skin
shredding its word on the taste of rain
its drip of spirit in deep refrain

A sweet scented memory
echoes and burs
A woe of regret weeping
high in the nest of its underworld

The humid mist of nostalgia
rests its net oer the black veil
Sinking its face to its deep blue belly
Its pale faint ***** in her sleeping beauty
claims its kiss to widen its wake

Lend me your eyes
Ill show your majesty

Lend me your broken body
Ill shape its universe to mine

Lend me your soul
Ill set  fire to it inside me

Lend  me your will
Ill die and you will rise

There is
no power
greater

than
what
you give
power to

My wants are many,
my desires - endless;
yet my needs are few.

Of that which I have,
I take what I need;

of that which remains,
are portions for you.

My lullaby too high

For you to hear,
for a whole **** year.
Eventually it comes out,
out of your shower tiles like grout.

"Can I be close to you?"

Everytime he's around,
My heart pounds.
Oh my love,
You make my mind peaceful as the dove.

When I'm with him,
I could nearly scream.
I've fallen from his eyes
He gave me those butterflies

When I'm with him,
My world gleams
From dim.
Miles apart
But still, you have my heart.

Many a time and oft
Hath you been so real to me,
To anyone and yourself? Nay,
This passion will bear no colour.

For it were a burlesque
Apt to be render'd, for me to write
In this kind, by means
To finally acknowledge you.

If I had been a man,
I would ope my doublet, and
I might hath offer'd you this,
But where art thou?

Am I yourself, but as in sort
Of talking to you sometimes?
I have not seen you set me down
Even 'tis just an especial crony.

Tut I am not in your bosoms
But I know wherefore you do it.
Dwell not in the suburbs of London,
As you might see your shadow.