i've never beheld her quite so low.
a cloud of doubt perpetually perches alone.
couldn't seem to get enough,
she searches above for hope in woe.
though much of which is made in haste,
the king in heat mustn't hesitate.
a balance bestowed amongst belief of faith
breeds the life she was bound to lead.
concede before we both might drown
by the weight of the head that carries the crown.
And in the wake of unrefined pride,
the tide takes hostage our only fortune to survive.
rise from the ocean floor, hands raised overhead.
- DANCE!
- LOVE!
with me, come dance, love.
together, we gasp for life by the waters' side.
wide eyed assured, not ever to forfeit the fight.
i have found and blessed her in the aura of ardor.
now we relish the solace that amuses the night.
- -
he wanders these dismal streets guided by whim,
passing the painted faces of expression on pedestrians. (they smirk.)
who am i who is not like him?
who be this enigma? (he lurks.)
they say he casts shadows where land is dark
yet he harbors the heart of the meadowlark.
unconventional by nature,
intuitive intentions deemed precariously obscure.
_none of the townsfolk pay a single mind.
t_hey wish nothing more than to follow in_line.
ti_s much easier to cast him------------> [aside]
rat_her than take the time to rationalize.
so he continues step by step and year after year.
in quest for the love he longs to draw near.
but further the illusion persists to drift
and along with it, his wish to coexist.
- -
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oh, Our Lady of Fátima...
your secrets counsel our supple souls.
i pray by the rosary each day
to ward the sins of Evils' prey.
- -
- -
(you) brush streaks of diamonds through your hair.
+ (i) finger-paint strokes of gold into the night…
= …(we) hear the wind whistle amidst the air.
the crystal light *shines* from the brightesT stars' earthly *glow.*
our kiss *illuminates* the sky like the sun wishes it could *show.*
|| we close our eyes to find our lives are playing as one on t.v. ||
|| the actors were cast when the director asked if anyone had foreseen this dream. ||
|| it remains a mystery how the rivers and valleys ever did come to be... ||
|| …or why the broken heart lies as still as the stagnant sea. ||
maybe this world was made for infinite possibilities of similes.
