tears of the dull sky
loud as the whisper of leaves
swaying in the wind
a child watches on
as his father is born, joy
the moon has risen.
summer in a smile
winter on a shoulder, cold
fall in, fall out, love.
the heart without blood
the butterfly without wings
the lonesome sheep lost.
I’m afraid of losing you, as much as I fear gaining you
Fear these arms that hold you, one day serve as restraint to you
Fear this sweet pleasure, becomes pungent pain to you
Fear that in time…I must refrain from you.
Tell me all I need to know, before I never want to hear
Shed all your secrets slow and I may never run to share
Would you tread the deepest snow? hoping I wander near
Could you let your weakness grow, to strength to conquer fear?
But if the worst becomes and the sun starts to fade
Before my shadow falls, I leave with you this blade
Ask questions not, unsheathe from above
All I ask of you, is take another stab at love
Grant my last desire, you need no permission
Take aim at my heart and lay your incision.
The master of reason has become a slave to love
Unhibited and unchained, blazing bright in its purest form
Subject to your planetary rule, Queen of the Earth, Temptress of the Skies
Desire, Allure, felt like never before.
Love manifests into the deepest hue
As whispers of scarlet flow sweetly from your crimson lips.
Take hold of Eros’ wings
Cast loose your mortal form and float beneath the lavender clouds
Soar mi amor
Conquer gravity and rain your passion down
Extinguish the fervent flame of lust’s enchantment
Submerge me in your bliss until I become your ocean.
Soar mi amor
War is imminent
The everlasting conflict of the heart and the brain, the stage is set and all but one role has been cast.
Swayed in my loyalty I envision the corpses of those who fell victim to Eros, the casualties of love buried beneath me on this very battlefield. Such a fate all but serves as a detterent, but ever hopeful I pledge allegiance to ardor in hopes that love may defeat logic.
As the battle rages hope begins to fade into the abyss, as hearts grow weaker, this “love” we so valianty fight for is more of a foreign concept than a familiar feeling.
I now stand alone bloodied and bruised, comrades mercilessly slain by the swords of truth for their blissful ignorance, a poignant reminder that neither armour or amour are impervious to the unforgiving blade of reality.
The battle is over, I stand in despair faced with no other choice but to surrender to reason and make its afflictions my ruler. A fate underserving, but most kind in comparison to those that lay before me.