Apart For A Time

Then my body, that wades in the water,
and catches the breath that rides the air,
lies so misty as would the sight of myrrh
that bellows from a rebellious prayer:
catches the breath that rides upon the air.

My water bound shell reeks of emotion,
the passion crawling out of my breast
that once quavered from the inky potion
your touch has, without a passing rest,
formed the passion crawling out of my breast.

I travel, in tremolo, past the willows
that weep their tears to fill my small river.
Up stream my tresses in tangle with my clothes.
With each passing, waves manage a quiver
and weep their tears to fill this mountain river.

I am naught but emotion. It floods the breeze
that carries the wings of my breath, and still
it fallows the path of the reddening seas.
Heart fallows like an orphaned shadow 'till
I'm carried on the wings of my breath so still.

Hearts, taking flight, preaches a soft and frightening scene.
Your eyes closed, with the trail of a single sigh.
Liquid gold cannot compare to aquamarine
tears, echoed with ripples my eternal sky.
Eyes closed can still weep the trail of a single sigh.

A flutter of perfect lashes display aching
from a new hindered romance darkly revealed.
Your tender heart no longer new to the breaking
of the promise, uttered with a kiss, and sealed
with a hindered dark romance so darkly revealed.

My silent tears do ride with the sea at my release
and on the bending wind I am ushered away.
So soft your eyes, played in the light as slowly I cease
to be form in this portal, as the light of day
on the rising and bending wind is ushered away.

Never shall the crow declare my soft sight on your earth,
so for just this time we are among the apart.
Dear, once again, I promise we'll be lovers in mirth
and yet still weeping I see, from your fragile heart;
but just in time we will both be among the apart.