IvoryAndRoseLeaves

The stars hung low by her head, always, her eyes rose the sun from its bed, and brought each season it's beginning and end. With a single smile, she moved the ocean and the sky to grateful tears, with a single tear, she would melt the ice caps and torture nature into woeful shapes, but she never cried, she and her grace, forever tied to humanity, and she above all was humanities pride. No coven or creed could claim or marr her, she gave her scent to the flowers, her touch to the breeze, her shimmer to all beauty, as all beauty lived in her, music is her voice, poetry her muse. I know she is resting, is happy and will not stir, when she ab

I would bow to you, and rest easily, always, by your feet. I would have you feast and sleep, upon a bed of roses, while i sleep on thorns upon the street. I would catch this world and turn it, like a penny through my hands of duty, I would pluck each star from graceful skies, and weave a mirror for your beauty. I would surrender all of me, my hopes and dreams, are yours, my dear. I would give you all of this, if you had smiled only once, at me this year...

Learn to run, today is a shade of Dorian Gray, saint or saviour, i wonder? i lay for hours, here, i play, for flowers grow, still, and the night i know hangs still, in the same cool manner, the melancholy breeze still blows through these trees, and sails over my broken head to meet the moon, and warn her of me. Because i know her secret,.... she's dying and preparing for her fall to earth, the cracks are growing larger, it should be any night now, i won't rest until i catch her, she will light my arms, and my path, and we will sleep again.

I brought you this gift, a blackened rose, i picked, i stole, from a blackened garden. Laying somewhere beneath your sweetened breath, blowing nicotine smoke in plumes, over the beds of red roses and everything good. you lead my innocent hands to strangle these blooms. Red for my blood, drawn upon me by thorns, white for the skin of porcelain dolls, cracked from sin, black is in itself, my fever, for a blackened rose, to touch my lips. How do you rest?, and expect me to sleep?, when i've seen your colour, your gears in motion, your drive and your motive, slay all but me, Save one at a time, but pray only for me......please. I curse you, an

Go lightly my love, the streets are paved with glass, from a slippy and fragile history, we will learn to pass the shattered parts. Whatever shards may pierce your gliding feet, have come apart from bright days wasted in the sun, or dark nights that hold no memories, only physical. These are the nights that heal wounded hands and punctured feet. Breathe lightly my love, upon our mirrored streets, make frosted glass, stain it with your fingertips until a message reads, "anything but love". To love is to lose, to lose our ability to outrace the world, to lead all seasons, to discard heavy hours in exchange for safe passage. Without this, f