My Will. (C.2)

Bore into me the strength
You promised to give
So I could remain alive
To love you till I passed.

_The river eddies jig, the bridge trips a stony waltz,
Motion and steadfastness are indices
Of force, harmony in antagonism.
Bridge or water, keep time to the music of your will.

Idle feet to walk the surf,
Do not find the hesitation in the rhythm
As I had once adorned upon your path,
But dance along as if your last.

_Pedantic surf, scraping common time legato,
Non con brio, the skittering sand, scampering away from my toes,
As iron dust before its magnetic god, that sand deifies
My motion more than your lunar despot ever could.

Does one understand the nostalgia I was writhe in?
Or the consecrated mess I endulged my innocence
To find, to create a wall the Lamb could not?
Childish games and demeanor, I beg you beseech me.

(Collaboration with _VennelaMargame of Writerscafe.org)