Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Waters sway in trance with a cosmic ball,
The goodness in men seems to fall,
Revealing the warewolf within.
As the night draws its shroud all around,
Sometimes in enchantment, as I recline,
I watch you grow, and then decline.
A shining eye, an eternally scarred face,
A reflection of the light,
From outer space.
Mute, yet animate, tantalizing, artwork so fine,
Your unpretentious face aint a silly design,
A reminiscent of the past.
But moon o mine, why so indifferent to me?
Always showing the same face, never letting me see,
Through, to the other side.
My love for you, is pure, though obscure,
Like a dew drop on a fresh morning, hanging
Delicately through a spider’s web.
Now that you are far, love is something, I can’t make,
And with this tumultuous explosion of emotions,
Expression is something, I can’t fake!
So hear my plea, for all I want is your trust in me,
And I shall be with you forever, when time sets me free,
I shall be bound to you, for eternity.
As I behold your image in my tiny eyes,
People laugh, saying I am inflicted, with a Cupid’s bug,
They don’t believe me when I say, I am just,
Thought over by Blasphemous Aesthete