Post by mythmskaiser on Jan 3, 2012 0:35:15 GMT
In the blazed winter months
I met you,
scorned w/ deep doubt of success
& myself
craning my neck at your
sweet caress & the approaching spring
months,
both being beacons of distant
happiness I thought
I could never
know.
I want to go & get lost
somewhere w/ you,
& know I'll never feel I am
so long as your presence
bestows itself amongst
the journey.
Feathered are the posts on the road
of our years to come,
always radiating bright & reminiscent
of the sick birds they were
plucked from.
I could turn to face the road opposite
& alone at your simple request,
though could never imagine
flight from you
at any lofty cost of time.
It is you, Love,
it is always you,
& as the war,
our beautiful war on the world
continues indefinitely,
we will run & carry w/ us always
the mythical soul
of regretless love
& the undead remains
of juvenile wisdom.
- "Myth" Kaiser
10/28/11
I met you,
scorned w/ deep doubt of success
& myself
craning my neck at your
sweet caress & the approaching spring
months,
both being beacons of distant
happiness I thought
I could never
know.
I want to go & get lost
somewhere w/ you,
& know I'll never feel I am
so long as your presence
bestows itself amongst
the journey.
Feathered are the posts on the road
of our years to come,
always radiating bright & reminiscent
of the sick birds they were
plucked from.
I could turn to face the road opposite
& alone at your simple request,
though could never imagine
flight from you
at any lofty cost of time.
It is you, Love,
it is always you,
& as the war,
our beautiful war on the world
continues indefinitely,
we will run & carry w/ us always
the mythical soul
of regretless love
& the undead remains
of juvenile wisdom.
- "Myth" Kaiser
10/28/11