Poetic malaise

Oh beauty you are but a petal in my existence
how you dance in my path as you fall to float ‘pon gentle morn’s kiss
how you fall to float ‘pon the rippled calm of serenity
Oh but the tree the leaf the flower and thee are so very similar don’t you see?

Oh how the sands of time desire to soak up these longing tears of mine
and so become a castle amongst the stars

Oh this pained passion of poetry how it seeps from within
how the words wish to speak to say what is inside
how they ache to belong to you
Oh how I ache to taste the wine within your soul

Oh Passion Lust Desire, Water Earth Wind & Fire all combine to create the eighth veil
of which there is no name until we feel it

Oh the sadness of an empty glass where all that is left is the memory of taste
how my fingers are lost without yours
how my soul is empty without yours
Oh how my poetry is useless without you

and yet
this solitude is mine
and yet
how my soul aches to believe …

On a spoon of hope is my heart’s beat waiting for you to take a sip
and feel me within you always
and so
my darling
let my ears be kissed by your heart’s song
let my soul be melted and reformed as us
let my poetic malaise be tempered by your smile
let my solitude be but a petal dancing in my path
to fall to float ‘pon gentle morn’s kiss
to fall to float ‘pon the rippled calm of serenity

… and to smile in the love of which exists only in my dreams!

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