I'll Be There

I've no heartless damp & receiving,
but with no placed forethought wonders youngly
misplaced & kissed by belief;
to the unraveled traveler of no avenue nor alleyway
with worth hardly pursued--
& for but the yellow-lines of an arrow leading.
Spiraling corridors make my bring I've learnt,
aided warmly beside the skinned grins receding,
through all the forests perverse & somber true,
but like the shallow rivers I'll a'soar for you.
If should the gardens of memory bring me high your
reasons for breath's astonished at the toil,
for the gates & the waiting lines admittedly beseeched,
but of only the why's without a blank surface asking:
Freedom's slow for th' wine & song of another's
kiss t'ween each blidst Autumn morning,
& to the dusted eyelids of sparkle stars--
won't only the silent, but whole contained,
leased & retrieving nigh the scorns of each
hidden memory unleashed thru one sweet lover.
Should make the unEarthed contemplation's sour,
& like the sun come unraveled beneath mystery's tour,
only known by the abated symphony languid;
repent with I'll heed I for should not--
& the empty-handed gatherers persuaded
by sealed winds with which the hour descends, & to
each saviour low, bartered & ungainly thru trials
mutinous & disposed/calling ode to wish b'galed &
unharnessed, with no place to trudge alone, at last;
of only the stripped clothes numb & faded.
Follow me your highs/sighing for the sun--
allow me long & you have me,
& together we have we underneath the sun,
but should why stand for the empire?
& no dug-thru burrows of despair for searching,
only t' aide 'round the callous ways goraning earned-
of within temperament's steam learning more,
once forsaken thoughts agree-- dusted & muted
inside a cardinal's waste,
but only for the depths of oft-dripping cusps.