In which guise comes love?
Does it descend like soft winter snow?
Does it ignite in a crimson fire?
Does it overtake like the warm summer tide?
In which guise goes love?
Does it ebb and flow like the seasons?
Does it grow and die like as a human?
Does it burn in eternal glory like the stars?
Awe and fear are the gifts we were given,
In awe and fear, we know love.
I hear the echoes,
I hear the chimes of madness,
I feel my warmest thoughts float idly by
The wisps of passion’s smoke arises from the ashes,
The smell of decaying roses after they die
See my reflection,
A weeping smile greets me sadly,
I touch my lips in shock and disbelief,
I look into my hollow stranger’s eyes,
I search my face in hope of some relief
I’m crying
Inside I feel such emptiness
and pride
I held your promise
And yet it all just slips away.
I pray for comfort,
I seek some solace in my darkness,
That covenant swallowed by a deafened void
I wonder which lonely road I should follow
A splintered compass, a vellum map destroyed
I sleep in silence,
A nightmare, cold without relief,
A restless place without so much a dream,
I question whether I should seek the lotus blossom,
I wonder if I should drink of Lethe’s stream,
I’m dying inside,
I stumbled and fell too far,
In pride, I gave my promise,
And yet it all just slipped away,