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A love bound by stoneDusk holds us in the folds of her wings anew
Beneath tenebrous Heavens we long for dawn
To share our kiss.
Contemplate with me the aria of breath;
The voice of the breeze as it dances through the leaves
Of our dying tree.
Are the constellations lucid now?
Your eyes are that of mirror'd glass
That reveal to me more than my own
Those lustrous stars.
Do you feel my warmth like the Sun?
I glide between your every step
A light to rival the livid Moon
A blaze of Love.
It's almost time
The night is yielding to cinereous skies
And rocks like oblique graves are homes
For nocturnal life.
The sun will illuminate the grey..
Now caress again my porphyry face
Let my name be read with trembling fingers
A Memoir of a Life Unlived.You seek a memoir of my life? A life unlived by all your expectations; those convictions manipulated by the fables of this world. I insist that you who revel in the superficial ideals of what life should be, those fleeting moments of intoxicated liberation from one's mask, read no further! For all I have is this:
I was born in 1817 in the midst of an earthquake that devastated the town of Palermo, Italy, the effects of which were equated to the 'wrath of God' by the adherent peasants that clung to their Bibles in a selfish prayer to be saved. The earthquake, despite the signs that had preceded the formidable phenomenon, claimed 169 lives. Though another cessation of melodious breath occurred that night; That of my mothers.
I was a miracle to all but my Calvinist father, whose chosen derived belief afforded him little but consuming grief in thought of the woman, whom he adored, to be eternally damned through lack of predestined glory from God. If a woman so innocent and pure is dispelle
Keep BreathingTwilight eclipsed dawn in my mind
For I lay here
Hands unwashed since we touched
For the last time
The same clothes cling to my weary frame
Like souvenirs of life
Adorned with traces of you
Like the sheets upon my bed
I've been waiting with my door ajar
Longing for a phantom
To bolt through as you so would
To show me you are here
When you are no longer under my fingernails
When the scent and print of you fades away
I hope that you would have returned to me..
ChildhoodI recall a place in time
Beyond gelid gates in withered ivy
Where dreams and hopes in lost graves sleep.
A place where no world existed beyond our towns
Where all forms of magic were to be believed
Fairies and ghosts danced beneath the moon
And the wind caressing blades of grass
The orb of the sun and the musical rain
Would beckon us into the arms of living
When we would race against the end of each day
With wheels and thoughts spinning
In a frenzy of exultation
Simple motions were that of greatest adventure
And laughter; the song of our lives
With energy unbound and wonder infinite
We were fearless and selfless with affection and love
Ignited at each new sensation
And I recall how we became dreamless cynics
Weighted down by carnificial chains of reality
Hopeless in the graves where we now sleep.
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