abyss

come long unto this

stillness state

where injuries fade

and dreams elate

i only speak for me

and scant perspective

not seeming unity 

tempered reflective

judged and treated thus

our worlds so far apart

not deserving of a lover's trust

nor grace within the heart

thank you for the pallid truth

so hard to say or to know

regarding earthen proof

if we're reaping what we sow

or is this just a shadow play

of what we knew before

the sycophants will have their say

beyond the gaping door

two hearts set to plough dark fields

disconnected and alone

we are as e'er what wanting yields

an ever shifting home

so i shall say to you again

as these wings are lent to sky

description renders love mundane

and therefore i must fly

away from this world's proprietary

claim on all things rare

whether ethereal or incendiary

earth, sea, or air

for to affix such shackled terms

unto dreams of love like this

as one bleeds, one surely learns

it is worse than hell's abyss

the rule

spinning

ever spinning

far outside of 

one's control

like rule

at work 

e'er grinning over

desolated holes

trenches in flowered or

warring fields for all we sow

the sum of breath

seasons change 

but rule don't yield 

in tireless pursuit of

death

shades across your

eyes at dawn

a metamorphosis

in times long

gone

amid the mapping of this

fiery world

where lovers bleed

and flags unfurl

it is no exception 

but the unfortunate rule

that common folk must play the 

fool

in the division of both

hearts and lands

across the abstract fields

sea, soul, and sands

lips on heart

the dawning day

it doesn't have to

e'er remain this way

beyond bones and skin

we are grace, not cruel

let a new idea in

be the exception, not the 

rule