Pt. 1
To fall, Endlessly
Not to be quiet but, yearning darkness bright
to fall into a chasm,
Or, indeed, the caldera of despair
Daring but to worship
Be it, transcending into that goodnight
We do sincerely delve
Serenity’s gaze unbeknownst of one’s shivering guise
Praying of thy harpsichord,
The requiem of mind over matter
Paradoxically so
Transcending beyond the skies
And into the heavens, falling forevermore
Into, indeed, love’s hearth and,
Forever, thine gaze
Till death do we depart
Falling into that abyss
Of love and not war
Of magic and mayhem
And yet, never more than before, or after, but
This moment, and its prescience
Of mildew and haze, Synchronicities laissez
The singularity of the mage
But to become sage
The light in the dark
Yet if it were only just, Wisdom’s rage
An inferno of thought
Tranquil met eyes, oh those eyes the conviction of belief
And That damned glassy gaze
The impassioned plea, indeed the heart of me
Thusly therefore, So be it
To be or not to be.
Pt. 2
Everpresent, one’s presience
of that long goodnight
with tranquil met eyes
ribboned hearts sowing fate
engaged we were in the eternal dance
but an inkling, to perspire, to exude
stirring one’s astral spirit, with shades of light
ensnaring endlessly in thoughtful gaze, our souls churning
our temptuous moods romanced in the ripples of time
and, of the butterfly of kismet
what’s written in the stars, providence no less
before our manifest ghosts, we live, forevermore
stirred but from a moment
to do the impossible, and indeed, the inevitable
of time’s cadence, its rhyme and rhythm
but the remnant of creation
immortalized as but a moment in time,
of everlasting life, and love, forevermore.
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