Can you tell me where to find
These hidden eyes
And waves of broken glass?
Or rather, if you could
Do you know you would
Or would you keep them from me, lost?
If I give you this to keep,
Do you promise to sleep
Beneath the star-salted sky?
Or will I find you,
Always bind you,
To this empty bed?
So kiss me till the sun goes down
And bless my weary head
And tell me your secrets until I am fed.
One last storm before the calm,
Clouds of passion to shield the light
And let me cry you tears of gold all through the night.
Forever before and forever after,
This is where I belong,
Though angels die and wolves will cry a mourning song.
So, tell me, one from all above
Who watches from below?
And why do only you make my rivers flow?
Author notes
Oh, my god. It rhymes! I know I changed the pattern, that was intentional. Also, it's a love poem! What's wrong with me?
