She is my Lady Eden (Number Four)
What are you doing
In this exact moment of this hour
Will you join my verse in singing
Can I draw upon your source of power?
Speak through me My Beautiful,
Use my tongue to shatter your silence
In your orchestra, I am but a tool
Mold my voice, to craft your broken balance
Shift in thought, and in order
Chaotic rambles and a dying muse
Get caught in the Spiral of Disorder
Again we sing, ignite the soaking fuse
Hear my song, my voice, my cries
There’s pain, hidden secretly within
Can you feel your way around this dreamlike web of lies
The river rose and overrun and left without this sin
Here we are like butterflies
Evolved from something great
We’re nothing less than single cells under a red sky
We flip a coin for good or bad and call the better fate
Is it not what you expected
You can forget at anytime
Your mind is beautiful while mine’s infected
I’ve far beyond surpassed that invisible line
Leave now and remember nothing of Our Song
Bury all Its memory deep beneath the sand
The beauty of this life is undoubtedly gone
You were a virtue to a soulless dying man
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I can't believe that mine is the first comment on this
Jesse,
Thje words, the rhyme scheme, the flow and the overall feel of this poem are mesmerizing. I am going to make a big admission here and offer an apology from my heart for it: prior to the last few reads of your work I had kinda written you off as some kind of morose slasher type writer...mea cupla. There is so much more to you and I will be looking forward to continued reading. Forgive my error in judgement.
Pete