I am hooked on a perfection, That exists solely in the realms of a mind, Whose experience of reality, Is but a curtain call on a forgotten time, Where love was known, Yet never mine to own.
Tag: Writing
Pairing
Like new stars amidst the void, We met in a burst of light, From the primordial clouds, Who coloured our destiny by design, So that we may dance, With gravity addicted to the other, But if we are to follow our fate, I must simply be glad to have known you; For I saw… Continue reading Pairing
Purple Night
Between day and night, Where life and death approach, Is a realm within the twilight, That suspends all but the perfect, Amidst a purple light, Which is both warm and cold, Knowing equal pain, and delight, For what can begin, Must also end.
The End
At the end, all is bound, In golden light, For to love death Is to admire life, As both are the same, Which through perfection Must be, United.
Magick of Eternity
I sit in silence Or thunder and rain, Pulled there by a desire, Which seeks to manifest, Along paths that few invest. With incense and flame Or daylight and breeze, The power never wains, For as with eternities long gone, We are still with Magick at one With each breath I then pull… Continue reading Magick of Eternity
