Lamenting a Relationship with No Supporting Evidence
Light presses through the mossy nooks as essays tumble from the books
elucidating, remonstrating, carving fables from the slating
of the facts to weave a fiction in and out of truth and diction.
Through the portals we attest to our belief of what is best and find beneath the rolls of thunder what it was we set asunder, mourning loss, for what we leave behind is for us to bereave and place a holy sacrament where paths had crossed with good intent.
elucidating, remonstrating, carving fables from the slating
of the facts to weave a fiction in and out of truth and diction.
Through the portals we attest to our belief of what is best and find beneath the rolls of thunder what it was we set asunder, mourning loss, for what we leave behind is for us to bereave and place a holy sacrament where paths had crossed with good intent.
My love, you know I laid much store by finding someone who was more than willing to talk through the night of what is dark and what is right, to find in him the poetry of pain and justice, there to see that mirrors in the halls of souls are lanterns for the growing old of wisdom to illuminate life's long prison barred by fate
where we dwell to learn of self, where we are set upon the shelf of intellect, of understanding, any trial we had a hand in, so that we might take from this a moment's comfort in our bliss.
where we dwell to learn of self, where we are set upon the shelf of intellect, of understanding, any trial we had a hand in, so that we might take from this a moment's comfort in our bliss.
The road was long, with many turns to so confuse, to cut and burn our dreams so others might awaken to the love we had forsaken. What is past has been and gone so nothing's gained should we prolong the prayer that we might have it back, that piece of time upon a track we had to travel, inner voice assuring us we have no choice. The message wasn't ours to give, yet it was so that we may live with bitter truth, sweet consequence, reasons to step down from the fence into the meadow there before us, knowing it was ever thus.
Fragile as the wings of birds, the subtle edge of play on words we toss among the social rafters,
looking up to find that after all, our birth has led us here,
so we have no right to fear a future whence we may not meet those dreams tied firmly to our feet.
For everyone, there is a dove reminding us of peace and love.
looking up to find that after all, our birth has led us here,
so we have no right to fear a future whence we may not meet those dreams tied firmly to our feet.
For everyone, there is a dove reminding us of peace and love.
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