Where upon the breast of fortune, pressed against the breath of night
For which flower does one bend, plucked innocently free of plight
My dearest darling dreamer, and my candle flame love
My lust-laced dreams' desire, to a realm-traversing dove
No flake of skin escapes me, darling, fight for a body yours
Your mind is more than signals or the flickered shutting doors
Dear love, can you hear the music as it plays about your ears
Can you hear the howl of snow or the droplets of fallen tears
The static doesn't stop, call it the stressed, depressed obsession
The jeers and judging eyes will fight any and all expression
But darling, what of your whereabouts, and what have you yet to find?
These are merely the questions of my 1AM, Lo-Fi Mind.
YOU ARE READING
Divided Unity
PoesíaPoems about various topics in my life. A lot of the early ones...may be about the same thing. Indefinite runtime.
