an
ethereal mirror held up to love
is
doing little to stem the tide of misunderstanding
that
has washed over our hearts.
a
retreat from the outside world
seems
to be the plan
but
it is not the answer.
moral
corruption and decay
from
lover gone past
were
heard in words mispoken.
I
tried to keep my silence
in
spite of itself
it
spoke out of turn.
Confronted
with the spectre of
your
own impending doom
you
sit ready to devour.
Bow
before the alter of pure love
feel
the wind from the forlorn lost
blow
and disappear into the evening.
A
whisper of something there
With,
but not of memories
a
new menatl image to imprint/
Everyone
is servant to love
don't
let “unbelief” be your scalpel
let
forgiveness guide your hand and heart.
You
can’t serve two masters
it
will only bring destruction to your house
love
only in the ruler of life.
The
tears of winter fall cold and soft
upon
the unlaid ghosts and hidden pains
let
them go and look not down.
The
past is gone as are the words of
promises
spoken that were never been made of much
my
love for you is true and endless.
Dream
of me tonight nd embrace me in the morning.
I
love you so much!
©
Oct 8, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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