As I ride the wild wave of time,
The arms reaching out to devour me.
The second hand ticks slower than the first;
An ode to me to slow my stealthy ageing.
Caught in an algorithm of confusion,
The old brain triggers slowly.
But to ride upon the satin dragon;
A sensation too strong to bear.
For the wicked flames that lick the skin,
Leave it all to the imagination.
A disjointed rift across the land of time,
Brought together by the empowering riff.
A love so deep for those eyes of green,
He who guards the perilous dragon.
Makes it weep with strings that wail aplenty,
Six, a double or bow.
To signify a change in time,
Well hidden by a wicked smile.
For all that satisfies the greedy dragon,
Is the union with the green-eyed guitarist,
Whose path is always lit with Gold,
For he holds all admiration.
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Cosmos
PoetryMy third poetry book; inspired by a mixture of love and hate, and developed around the sole basis of the cosmos, which without, we would not exist. *All work is my own*
