If only we could be lifted gifted a chance to love I threw mine away in the cold shadowy day.
I would of gave you grace bled my out stretched arms given up all my magic charms for one night with you I am a poet I feel things deeply
And yet I can’t imagine a world where we are together your eyes of soft radiance glowing all seeing all knowing your smile lights my dreams candle lit scenes and forever I hear your voice entangled in my head like my dreams.
come now, little creature, curl up and let me surround you let me sink warmth into your tired bones. come now, little creature, let me sing you a lullaby let my love for you grow. come now, little creature, sleep now and get some rest morning will come harshly if you will not lay down your head. Tomorrow, little creature, it all starts up again grasp for the small things that bring warmth to shrivelled hearts of men.
when the world within me is loud - constant cacophony, clanging, clashing - I hastily throw pieces of my soul into large, nondescript bags, and I take a trip outside of myself as my heart races and my legs shake.
but when the world is soft - silent, somnolent, soothing - I arrive home from the trip and slowly unpack my bags. I take deep, cleansing breaths as I put my soul back together.