Within my grasp yet beyond my reach lies my beloved, Whose eyes illuminate the darkness I yield, Whose words hold captive my conscious past reason and rhyme, That is the snare that traps me.
This fulfilling void I've come to embrace bears the essence of times forgotten, Hidden alone in the ruins of dreams broken I reside, Within the means of prayer and composure I sit and meditate on a virtue, To transcend the physical and join the formless to meet my beloved I try, I collect and render a feeling that my heart that will lead me to decide.
in the youth of the morning a glass figurine grasps rays of light the sun graces his soft contour radiant colors bouncing off the ***** surface of the table the dust does not near his skin his lineament is something i saw once in a dream, across the ocean. do i brave those tumultuous waters? to what end? so that my fingertips may keep their distance? so that we may breathe the same air? so that our eyes may burn under the same sun? my wistful dreaming knows not reason but the desire to witness the distant diamond glinting like the stars that beg me to drown in hopeless ventures yet my lungs would happily fill with saltwater if only my skin could know the touch of an untouchable