My belovéd
I am within a void if not with the inspiration of your soul, without the very essence that is you. I have only recently discovered what true weariness is; a weariness unlike any I have ever endured before. And long before there was you my pen gleamed, with no satisfaction might I add, for the day I would die insufferably. You have gone now, it seems. When the day ceases and I realize how solitude has claimed me, I mourn. With that I bare to you a confession: I often wish my thoughts would leave me...only I am haunted by them which in turn suppresses my heart and feeds on the shadow of my soul. Why belovéd, have we drifted? Enclosed with this letter is a poem I wrote in adoration of you and my heart shall ache to hear you recite it. Oh, if for that moment belovéd I weep or die, forgive me.
Yours faithfully,
Robert
in my arms
her grievances
flutter as a thousand thoughts
and press upon the grave
of our union
her grievances
flutter as a thousand thoughts
and press upon the grave
of our union
twisting that knife
to drain
such melody
and wishing it
to worthier lovers than we
my every thought
is now
a trail of tears
as she
evokes
a cloudburst
it
overwhelms
our love
leading my heart
to mourn
again
and again
in sync
with a broken lyric
overwhelms
our love
leading my heart
to mourn
again
and again
in sync
with a broken lyric
and I long for her
by the measure of grains i hold in my hands
the grains of sand from the hourglass
which had by day as the dawn emerged
sought to take me away but at last
i thought it not to be of the dust
that had drifted into these shades of wonder
but time which i needed more than i knew
beyond the span of my life whenever
beauty would drift into these words that i pour
while i stood from the heights where i've not known
my death and so the things i believe
will engrave from every ounce of my soul
for all that i've learned from hurt and sheer grace
from the depth of every ounce of my being
i'll bare all i find through all i convey
and think of forever as though i were i'm dreaming
to awaken that which stirs my soul
oh all those things we've ever said and done
seem to only matter when we fight
i would burn high fire from the depth of this
then meet the dark if i could greet the light
you are the reason for all the promises chained
around your soul to keep me close to your heart
i would burn high fire from the depth of this
so baby don't you cry, no don't you fall apart
This is for the melody not felt nor yet heard
Through the wind to drift the track of someone's dying words
Not one blues man nor musician sought that song out high
Nor hit the notes for unknown reasons life had set awry
I long the day or night I hear as lovely as can be
That melody to which I say this unheard and un-free
There's pain and love which may be why you fall into that silence
I've faith you may intrigue someday the youngest and the wisest
And to the one who finds the notes please set them these words
Nor hit the notes for unknown reasons life had set awry
I long the day or night I hear as lovely as can be
That melody to which I say this unheard and un-free
There's pain and love which may be why you fall into that silence
I've faith you may intrigue someday the youngest and the wisest
And to the one who finds the notes please set them these words
Oh this is for the melody not felt nor yet heard
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