Rich gold wals
And ebony black tables
Chairs the colour of the midnight sky
On a throne made of platinum
Covered by blood red silk
There you are.
Walls so high they make me spin
The cealing covered with angels
As they sing.
The sun pours in
And reflects on the shine
Of your marvellous design.
Silver and gold
Pour like stardust and honey
They etch into the seems
My world gleams.
Desire is what clouds the mind
It sets you free
It makes you mine.
Power as clear as the diamonds
That rest in the jar.
Your hand that reached in
Ready to release the sin.
YOU ARE READING
The Adventures Of A Wondering Heart
PoetryThis is a book containing the poems/things I write at 4am. This is my own form of therapy, my place for unfiltered self expression. And if for whatever reason someone reads it and enjoys it, it's my own way of saying that you're not alone. So enjoy.
