i will remember that
you taught me,
with the fragrance you left
lingering upon
my pillow,
the soothing taste
your innocence
could course
as we mingled
our bodies carelessly
to the feel
of a thousand nights before.
and i taught you,
for the ways
i shared my secrets,
the deep expressions
the moon could illuminate
and shadow
against
the softness
of your face.
but without you,
i place beneath my eyes
the resonating depth
your memory haunts
and unknowing how
to let go.
you taught me,
with the fragrance you left
lingering upon
my pillow,
the soothing taste
your innocence
could course
as we mingled
our bodies carelessly
to the feel
of a thousand nights before.
and i taught you,
for the ways
i shared my secrets,
the deep expressions
the moon could illuminate
and shadow
against
the softness
of your face.
but without you,
i place beneath my eyes
the resonating depth
your memory haunts
and unknowing how
to let go.
for the gentle glow of the bloodlessness you seep
through the stainless window, and pine with ache,
he breathes in and instills frozen the moment
she became his own
he looks to her now, she is gentle and fair,
soundless and remembering, always remembering
like sweet dew trailing off the flower's petal
then falling to the damp earth to return to its roots
the cycle momentarily confesses the love
she held defiantly for him and nears a place
where the color that was theirs gently pours,
how it pours, pours, pours and drips that dreamy haven
for the overwhelming life of it all
though darkness surrounds this place tonight,
it is the light they create that resonates with depth
and secures flesh against flesh like soul to peering soul
which may consist of the eternity
they constantly die in
you captivate their thoughts and bring silently
your will to endow and even so I sense
your own pain and longing
for the beautiful fevered sun.
through the stainless window, and pine with ache,
he breathes in and instills frozen the moment
she became his own
he looks to her now, she is gentle and fair,
soundless and remembering, always remembering
like sweet dew trailing off the flower's petal
then falling to the damp earth to return to its roots
the cycle momentarily confesses the love
she held defiantly for him and nears a place
where the color that was theirs gently pours,
how it pours, pours, pours and drips that dreamy haven
for the overwhelming life of it all
though darkness surrounds this place tonight,
it is the light they create that resonates with depth
and secures flesh against flesh like soul to peering soul
which may consist of the eternity
they constantly die in
you captivate their thoughts and bring silently
your will to endow and even so I sense
your own pain and longing
for the beautiful fevered sun.
you were September in my mind,
awaiting the pale glow of winter's hollow touch
as I foolishly tried to drift my heart away --
away, away, quietly away, yes
where the vacancy between the seasons
would always haunt me.
it was then I tried distorting myself,
drew from my mind a notion I hoped
would bring me ease and ripen
my soul into something
you could never have.
I wandered off and carried you closely with me
yes, far off into a distant land,
foreign and extracted from a bad dream,
did you feel me then, love?
how I sensed the moon trying to utter things
that I no longer believed in,
like mockery, and loathed the stars
for echoing what you meant to me
then bore from impossible things
the idea that I was alone.
you were September in my mind,
abandoning and sweet,
reflecting from beauty an endowment
I held all my faith in.
awaiting the pale glow of winter's hollow touch
as I foolishly tried to drift my heart away --
away, away, quietly away, yes
where the vacancy between the seasons
would always haunt me.
it was then I tried distorting myself,
drew from my mind a notion I hoped
would bring me ease and ripen
my soul into something
you could never have.
I wandered off and carried you closely with me
yes, far off into a distant land,
foreign and extracted from a bad dream,
did you feel me then, love?
how I sensed the moon trying to utter things
that I no longer believed in,
like mockery, and loathed the stars
for echoing what you meant to me
then bore from impossible things
the idea that I was alone.
you were September in my mind,
abandoning and sweet,
reflecting from beauty an endowment
I held all my faith in.
i kneel my pathetic soul
at a hallowed alter
ever broken, cold and alone.
you were always my idea of salvation yet
i've lost you--
you've gone,
you've gone,
you've gone.
tears stream with an unbearable sting
as i look to the haloed forms
trapped against those panes of glass.
oh, my beautiful angel, why?
at a hallowed alter
ever broken, cold and alone.
you were always my idea of salvation yet
i've lost you--
you've gone,
you've gone,
you've gone.
tears stream with an unbearable sting
as i look to the haloed forms
trapped against those panes of glass.
oh, my beautiful angel, why?
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