Conceived in naivety’s womb,
As melancholy strummed his tune.
An ambrosial passion imprisoned,
Ethereal as I subsist in love’s abyss.
In wintry hope you remain
vague and distant in my dissonance.
My dreams draw faces for your soul,
For my blind eyes a vignette to hold.
Awakening to existence as Chronos winds
back memories of a beguiling blossom,
Wilted along a road of onerous regret.
I wearily trudge with vehement yearning
For a voice and face to give you meaning.
As a boat will float you into reality sweet,
The night our orphaned lips meet.
As melancholy strummed his tune.
An ambrosial passion imprisoned,
Ethereal as I subsist in love’s abyss.
In wintry hope you remain
vague and distant in my dissonance.
My dreams draw faces for your soul,
For my blind eyes a vignette to hold.
Awakening to existence as Chronos winds
back memories of a beguiling blossom,
Wilted along a road of onerous regret.
I wearily trudge with vehement yearning
For a voice and face to give you meaning.
As a boat will float you into reality sweet,
The night our orphaned lips meet.
