Beneath the ground with You.When the flowers close their petals
Lulled to sleep by the gentle rays of the moon
I wait for you with quickened breath.
At night, my heart it sings so loud
Beneath the gaze of countless stars;
Nightlights for these stones of death.
Your fingers slip around my wrist
You guide me to our secret place
A haven for all that is pure and true.
My eyes speak all that I cannot
Of longing hours till I could lay
Beneath the ground with you.
Where touch is our private language
As my head gently rests with yours
And your breaths ignite me to the core.
Though still, my soul in passion writhes
I smile in silent sacred bliss
My blood screaming for more.
Your sighs echo on porphyry walls
Penetrating mind and heart
Such beauty that I weep...
Through closeness do we make our love
I clasp you tight within my arms
As we both fall asleep...
He Walks in Beauty...He walks in beauty, like the night
Of countless stars and full moon skies
Illuminating skin snow white
Whilst poet's hearts bleed lullabies
Reflections mist with fragrant breath
As mirrors catch his mournful gaze
His heart resounding songs of death
While his soul dreams of love-kissed days
His fingertips compose the sound
A wordless echo of the past
His mind still sleeps beneath the ground
Where dying roses had been cast.
He walks in beauty like the night
His shadow gleams; each fallen tear
I yearn to make all his wrongs right
And kiss away his every fear..