Might Weep
Like the aging
Willow who's deep roots drink
From a cold river of despair
Alone
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Might Weep
Like the aging
Willow who's deep roots drink
From a cold river of despair
Alone
Alone
in the crowded
world we all are living
together yet so apart from each
other
other
do you see me?
standing here, I shimmer
searching out a way to exist
like you
like you
and unlike me
there is neither a wise
woman nor a foolish man to
love fire!
Love fire!
It is a force
Both fierce and powerful
Hot, blazing, uncontrollable
Passion
Passion
Love inspires
Brings either lust or love
One is bad, but the other good
You choose
You choose
Your road dead-ends
Quickly, while you still can
Fly high above this barren world
And live
And live
through the hard pain
even until you ache
endure that which you fear he most
succeed
succeed
draw one more breath
push back against that night
the dark that will not be denied
but stayed
but stayed
the gilded blade
waited low beneath a
fist tempered by righteous fury.
Sword saint
sword saint
stands in the light
acting to be bravest
when he's afraid so deep inside
pretend
pretend
the sun still shines
remember horizons
search out that golden glow of dawn
endure
Endure
through all of it
using hope as a shield
barreling, pushing, to get to
the end
the end
the epilogue
the spin-offs and sequels
movies merchandise re-tellings
covers
covers
just on the front
deceives or captivates
but hides it's true contents until
opened
opened
nostrils flaring
piebald mustang dances
the scent of water on the wind
thunder
Thunder
fading echoes
of the retreating storm
on petals the tears of the sun
Glowing
Glowing
eyes and cheeks lit
with roses, daisies beneath
smiling chins let you know when you're
in love
glowing
bright as a star
shining like the heavens
Your ethereal beauty blinds my eyes
my love
in love
sometimes people
finish sentences for
each other, more often than not,
my love
my love
what would I do
If it was you I lost?
I would search the whole universe
for you
for you
I caught this frog
with mottled emerald skin
and such wise and knowing eyes.
Want him?
Want him?
May be my prince
A kiss upon the mouth
to see if this really is him
my prince
My prince,
said nature boy,
You know fools can be kings
but never for much longer than
allowed
allowed
to love just once
but to find the person
who may be the prince I will love
the quest
The quest
where few dare tread
from which fewer return
and never without scars and tales
is love
is love
close in my grasp,
or only what I can see
not of that which is my feelings?
questioned
questioned
visions and veils
glamors, shades of romance
you don't just need instinct to win
at hearts
at hearts
appearance gone,
what's seen is what's inside
finding the true person through heart
matters
matters
just took a turn
from calm back to business
afraid I've got to step away
sorry
Sorry
Please forgive my
whimsical fantays
my childish hopes and dreams
dumb me..
dumb me
for fantasy?
no. to hope is alright
so long as the play is the thing
flirt on!
flirt on
you stupid boy
Another has my heart
Can't you see how pointless this is
so blind....
So blind
That you can't see
What's glued onto your nose.
You maybe need a higher dose
Of mind...
of mind
heart, soul and spirit
you are my everything
forever and for always yours
my love
my love
she's a road map
bound in spiral tattoos
of places we have never been
a trip
a trip.
I ask, "to where?"
To a place worth going.
somewhere deep inside where we find:
ourselves.
our selves
we are many
more faces than the moon
behooved, bemused, bothered, but blessed
Legion.
Legion
Of tree and grass,
Bound to be a couple.
One taut and the other supple
Surpass...
surpass...
thought becomes love
one embraces other
as they live past all they thought
likely.