I can see her in my dreams
Beyond the clouded doubt that sustains
as the nebula
Measured within the undead thoughts once
vital
And wedded to the ebb tides of my joy
Arcane with magic that brims off her
lips
I could forever be spellbound to her
words
Moreover enchanted by the sounds of her
subtle voice
That has been blessed with a noble state
held by a beloved serenity
Who is this woman that brings peace to
my nightmare?
Who is she that cradles the demon in my
mind
The vivified image that I observe,
As
I hope to feel some sort affection again
A delusion perhaps…but heaven’s hell all
the same…
One lost to a virtue infatuated towards grace;
Which only a loving God could conceive…The
beautiful punishment
That leaves me yearning for something
more than what I can see
Possibly this illusion will someday manifest
itself among men
Allow me, to no longer write unto these
dreams, my fantasies
Thus a lady flawed with an otherworldly
charm will breathe life into these poems
Which I create as I drown myself in my
own madness
If ever the case, whomever you are…my daunting
shadow of elegance
Look for me where the planets sit in
orbit of the sun
Where comets paint pictures as they
outline the stars
There will I wander beside the gravitons
of gravity
Flowing with the light particles that
will illuminate the sky
…As
then in time I shall confess my love for thee
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
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