lord

take away a breath

take away a kiss

do not ever feel bereft

do not ever miss

these splendid 

seeking

sunlit hours

these manic

many

moonlit terms

my eyes see you 

as e'er in flowers

as this sickening 

world turns

for me it never ends

these graces and these hells

agnostic figures bend

to whom the lesser sells

dignity

as sea is drawn to moon

infinity 

your breath is my heart's tune

belief in anyone is truly rare

these days

no saints to find in distant glare

or haze

but i am reaching

asking you

forever seeking

someone true

to share some grace

and nothing dead

an honest face

not this duplicity instead

like the way the world turns

the fandom and the fall

despite the way that our love burns

you turn to heed the call

bet the tower

bet the hoard

forget the flowers

if fear is your heart's 

lord