two fusing silhouettes against the light
there in a dream where autumn's moon aglows
of sweet perfection while my heart's mere sight
impresses and arises, heaven knows
the reason these two lover's dance and play
i watch in adoration through my soul
two fusing silhouettes for whom i pray
may never meet the day they are not whole
i knew once,
on a speechless night,
a girl of such enchantment that
i could weep for hours knowing only of her life
she was
alluring
and for years i kept her in my heart
to sanctify the enshrouding light
which so constantly mocked my weakest inquiries
i sensed then that i was beckoned;
silently, while secretly wailing my essence for her...
for only
her
continuously
i've discovered her
more existent within me
than i have ever known
but now
i utterly curse the heavens
which have buoyantly sought
to have her
forsake me
and i long
to be no more.
on a speechless night,
a girl of such enchantment that
i could weep for hours knowing only of her life
she was
alluring
and for years i kept her in my heart
to sanctify the enshrouding light
which so constantly mocked my weakest inquiries
i sensed then that i was beckoned;
silently, while secretly wailing my essence for her...
for only
her
continuously
i've discovered her
more existent within me
than i have ever known
but now
i utterly curse the heavens
which have buoyantly sought
to have her
forsake me
and i long
to be no more.
mesmerized,
i'm lost in a dream
where
she stands against the midnight sky
she stands against the midnight sky
her breath... betrayed by how the touch
of winter arouses the delectable air
across the slender light of the moon
of winter arouses the delectable air
across the slender light of the moon
and oh, as i watch her
she looks off into the distance
from where she will ever be--
this appertaining apparition.
i cannot help
but to fall utterly in love because
that moment, acquainted with my soul,
draws from me an undying urge:
to know her flawless essence.
my ears ring so often
and i wonder
do you think of me
while swaying in the memory of our last encounter?
i didn't sense i really knew you and maybe
you only thought you knew me
time stole it all away
when you believed me to be
nothing more than an apparition
and now i trust
when you secretly recall
you will never linger too vaguely
but think only that i have always thought
you were simply you
for the sake of me being me.
and i wonder
do you think of me
while swaying in the memory of our last encounter?
i didn't sense i really knew you and maybe
you only thought you knew me
time stole it all away
when you believed me to be
nothing more than an apparition
and now i trust
when you secretly recall
you will never linger too vaguely
but think only that i have always thought
you were simply you
for the sake of me being me.
in an empty room,
i bleed my soul into another
vague possibility
the buttermilk skies
paint a beautiful scene while
the sleepy sun gleams one last time
into this sacrificial prison
confusion swells while
binding me to my most distant
haunting moment:
the night
she lifted the veil from my
fragmented heart.
shadows
make an effort to silence
the echo and yet,
it looms undyingly of consent
i sense i've now become
what i feared the most
vacant.
embraced by chaos
mummified by doubt
a cold wind passes through and wails her name
gently, i close my eyes
recalling when
she extracted me from her murky womb
yesterday's are imaginary to me
i'll have no worth tomorrow
because... she is gone.
it happened so sudden
depriving me of all i've ever known.
to hate with a passion was
my only leisure
to build my soul of rage for her
but now
i dwell
alone in my own filth
begging for her.
mummified by doubt
a cold wind passes through and wails her name
gently, i close my eyes
recalling when
she extracted me from her murky womb
yesterday's are imaginary to me
i'll have no worth tomorrow
because... she is gone.
it happened so sudden
depriving me of all i've ever known.
to hate with a passion was
my only leisure
to build my soul of rage for her
but now
i dwell
alone in my own filth
begging for her.
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