From his high abode he took the flowing streams of milk and honey
And made them into my lover's hair
The poetry of the ocean; the calm blue, the tempest, the vast array, and symphony
Elohim crafted into those eyes, clear
The brown earth of prime and beautiful Eden
He mixed with the imperishable jewels of heaven
Deciding that it would be the only fitting vessel
For her diamond spirit which he had sprinkled with some essence of the sun and his angels
Solomon would have discarded the thousand to have her
David would bring the foreskin of ten thousands
If it meant that she would be his forever
Father time wants to walk with this maiden on his infinite sands
So that with her feet she may refine the sands that already are eternal
And fill the void in his ticking old clock heart
And so even though with my arms I will never feel her warmth that transcends all things supernatural
My eyes will faithfully and without complaints, do their part
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POETRY ; MOUTHPIECE OF ALL
PoetryPoems of the sad, broken, the joyous, the wanderers, and the eternally pondering minds. Everything that so besieged us since the inception of time, is an unwritten poem. Even though dead in the eyes of mankind, poetry can rejuvenate this flourishing...
