31 January 2013
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
-until i understand what it is you passed i have no idea where to turn the worm, for i promise never what i cannot keep....
But in the recess of the outskirts, Do you understand a hand stretches To your bare bone back, To hold the hand in guidance and give courage?
-and will that hand then take upon my heart guiding the essence of my soul to the boundaries of love and beyond to quell that inner demon and its desires?
If my fingers hold tight, promise what I will, And keep the embers alive, I pray you understand there is no place I fear, For I bore Hell and soothed the gargoyles who came.
-so truly thou art Persephone wife and goddess of the damned and i am loathe to resist your charms simply for what i am....
For one to be in resistance is utter foolishness! I hold no persuasion, no pride, but humility alone. Allow one clasped palm, a smile and heed my warning: Do not let such dark lows cloud the white light within you.
-if thou art the darkness and i am the light what taketh the mystery from this night? perhaps a simple "mind how you go" sets things in order...quid pro quo......
Hold this rapture still, quiet your head child, A light sits in you, yes bright in the clouds, And be contrary to my utter belief, I pursue you are rather not left alone.
-and yet thou forsaketh me with thy words utter not the secrets not yet told and i am but a cloud in the infinite alone, yet not, yet silently loud
Alone? You speak nonsense in my ear! Pass by like some distant memory, I grasp rather quicker than you give credit. Keep still, but utter no such tyranny anymore.
-for thee my nonsense is the truth and understandeth only you come hither...be my only word no tyrant am i, for my love be true
And what secrets do you hold in these statements? That a confession sits where, Or a spine filled margin of emotions, Flawed or not, I find difficulty in this new snare.
-and just what snare doth thou find within this is thy will...or hast thou forgot? tis not a testament of will last will and testaments have we not....
-Relax your hold. I see my Will. I see it clearer than any will ever. Strong, be this; Patience, keep your virtue. A secret is a long lost war to my mind.
-then silent will i be forever through friendship's oath your word i treasure still thee now, no words to say and best that i be on my way
As I too must find a departure In my quiet vocals And give a resolution: Your night be far pleasant.
-and peace be unto thee for the night hath come let this day set forth till the new is one
(Collaboration with -quinfinn of writerscafe.org)
My Will. (C.3) • Opuss № I