shivering
shadows
of lingering fingers
fulfilling... culminating
this coil of mortality...
muted mystery
sought
bewitching
he runs his hands
ravishing desires...
beautiful thought
harbinger to eternity
he holds your heart
within ethereal
grasp
longing for
languid lethargy
breath becomes
your last...
blackest kiss
transcends bliss
faded flowers known
towards the light
in your flight
to heaven
to God's
throne
glory glitters
all around
you're jaw
is opened
slack!
Jesus says,
"... it's not your time...
my child, you're going
BACK!
I'm the Lover of your soul.
do not covet Death...
he will come when
I allow...
for now, in me rest..."
so, now, you are
caught by Him
back to earth
returned
you have to wait
for divine fate...
*another lesson learned.
This was written for a friend.
I know the style changed toward the end... but I promised this poem
and wanted to complete it