Sol

I drift,
pushed by song of muse,
stretched, mind and limb
'till I fade, hers is only a ruse.

Soul strings, gently pricked
make noises, only for me to hear.
a Mutism, born of wish
to YELL
that which cannot be uttered.
so my Soul remains, trapped in clamor.

I drift,
in the company of Lights,
a Black Canvas will swallow me whole,
but Sol, She watches
She beckons,
She pulls,
She casts her light and warmth.

A sterling Bliss,
A Crescendo,
A Roaring Flame,
I let it ignite me,
Shortly I turn to cosmic dust,
Back to origins.

Better to have burned and died, and again rekindle,
Than to have been swallowed frozen.

'twas in a winter's final breath,
My dear,
When we two first met.
Ever since I want to rest,
My head
Only next to your alluring breast.

Oh, what a wonder have I chanced upon,
A Lady so fair, she compares to none.
Where we go, it goes away.
It's just us, swinging
In Love's sway.
May we ever hold each other tight,
And all shall tremble at our Love's might.

The softness of her kiss,
Like the petals of a thousand blooming trees,
The gentleness of her touch,
Like a mother's mending lips.
Let me feel them forever,
And in return, I won't ask for much.

Only for the chance to worship, cherish and caress
The sweetest being upon which
I have laid my head..
To rest.

I am still and crash,
Like the glinting ocean.
You burn and fizzle,
Like fiery lava.

But together,

An Island.