Purgatory

Brilliant morning flowers flow across the flesh, as if heaven must dine within my presence.
I know not of thy worries, yet set alone amongst the grass of feathered moments.
To dream..I havent the thoughts to melt the vines of honeysuckle, claiming to be thy heart..
Thorns of forgotten breaths devour thy thoughts and hang from thy memory.
Songless birds flutter around thy head, yet whisper to me not.
The spring of lovers has ran dry under the heat of burning desires.
I have bathed in heaven for eternity, yet the currents drip of thy sadness.
The pearls of earth look upon me, singing of grace ... leaving me on my knees to wonder.


The dust of dawn smiles with the sight of a brilliant lady.
Her hair of woven petals and golden leaves...
The eyes of such grace are hollow, yet devour thy soul with a single glance.

To wake alone once more is tragedy for thy soul.
The night will conjure up her shadow ...
The moon to reflect her beauty on thy sheets..

The tear’s of forever ... fill these empty concrete dreams ...
Leaving a statue of beauty hardening with subtle caress..
Nothing is what it seems...when I set awake... waiting on thy dreams..