Salvation
Gathering within thy lightest touch
An ache so strong it bears no name.
Want, desire, need.. And lust
Burn inside, an eternal flame.
Candles melt in waxen splendor
While shadows dance in flicker’s delight
Moonlight waivers in consistent motion
And the night doth sing in melodious harmony
She stares beyond what can be seen.
Eyes of blank, yet secrets untold
Are whispered upon the lips of souls
Who wander the earth in solitary essence
And gather together at the turn of the tide..
She waits..
She waits for him..
Fallen stars light the heaven’s sky,
Brief moments in time of effervescence glee
History repeats, and yet bares no future,
The minutes pass, and hours stand still.
Her darken strands of hair caress
The gentle curve of her slender form,
Licking sensuously at her pale, light skin
Embracing her within it’s warmth..
The bells chime and she stands alone..
Lips so full, speak of secrets untold..
Whispered to the souls who’s lips are sealed..
Wandering the earth in solitary essence
To gather at the turn of the tide..
She waits..
She waits for him to return..
to be the salvation of her soul
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