Soon these sounds will all be gone
The comforting sounds
from you they shone
Upon your distant gaze i fell
into a darkened
blissful Well
The kind of blue, that bedews
the raging tempest
In dreamlike hues
Where the fault lines tremble
Only solitude
sifts earth crumbled
Shaking, rocking, tearing cries
Would that i ever only
saw your perfect eyes
Alas, they are gone, like sounds
Fading round corners
And my heart POUNDS
As i come back into this
silence of love
absence of kisses
Motionlessness becomes me:
musing poetry
sets soul free
yet part of my inertia
feeds on the
thick composure
Of a saddened Lover
as he wept & fought
to find brotherhood
With the one he loves. The one
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