There is a world unshrouding your presence,
That grows by the reign of your every touch, glance & breath
I peer to see the anxious willow trees who yearn to reach the purity of thy lake,
Reaching.
But cruel are the poisoning roots that cling & grasp,
The cold heathen earth of demise.
I reach.
A leaf exuding all that is forlorn & solace, touches the water.
Excitement! Exhilaration! absorbing all it can...
And then to content residing...It dies
Enchantment's envy stands amid the mist,
Her soft azure eyes cry pity,...
Her distant tears ripple & distort,...
Spreading & spreading...
The willow trees wait...
There is a world enshrouding your presence,
Do not cry...
What once was will come to be.
posted by Div at 07:13
Place not sigh. Cry not fury.
Everything returns in the eye,
as minds will be blurry.
All will be well. None will be left.
In her house we shall dwell.
The maiden that is death.
To that maiden she lives of purpose little,
of that house she resides,
spirits are fickle.
But death does not abide by the choice that is mine,
Neither love,Neither freedom,neither tears,neither time.
Ecliption
posted by Div at 05:54
Insanity bulges and shoves against the feeble and withering,
Membrane of my love for you.
Unimaginable is its longing to be freed,
Promising to plant its gripping roots within.
I shun thee for choosing to reside within me...I contempt!
I have carte blanche! Leave!
please leave...
Against my battered castle you smile.
Delight colours your full lips.
Angst seeps through the splintered doors of my defeat.
I beseech you, do not steal my sound mind!
Yet what sound mind gives persona to insanity?
Perhaps I am mad,perhaps it is but an excuse...
Perhaps I am
Lonely
Human Pride is a Curious Thing.
posted by Div at 05:46
