THE RAMBLINGS OF A LOVE TORN FOOL

A simple word,
a single kiss,
a fervent desire,
escapes my lips.

Through the silent prayer of the night,
in the eyes of a newborn child,
there lies a glimmer,
there lies a sheen,
a life so innocent,
a dew kissed leaf.

In the roots,
of the old oak tree,
a strength,
a vigour,
a vitality,
for all to see.

The calm of God,
the emberic coals,
the little cub who learns to roar,
a heart that beats,
for you,
and me.
Those misty eyes,
the feather touch,
in your breast,
a sigh,
a rush.

That silky mane,
lay upon my arm,
a breath of life,
in my palm.

The chrysanthemum blossom,
sprung anew,
in glory and pride,
of the virgin rain.
The pock marked moon,
a divine child,
a silver shine,
a celestial dance,
beyond the moor.

The desolate waves,
which struck the seas,
a passion,
which must eternally be.

From the bosom of the mother,
it bled:
the milk,
of a thousand Gods.

And so the epic,
continues,
a saga of thirst,
and the desert fool,
who looks for water,
where only sand be,
but blinded by desire,
he cannot see.

The oasis,
might just seem afar,
but from the eyes of a lover,
its in your arms.

Embrace your love,
as you embrace your soul,
a spirit of fire,
it burns you whole,
And in that fire,
one day you'll see,
'twixt the scars,
the burns,
the bleed,
a redder heart that beats once more,
paradises' open door.