You are Time Endless, 'Soul' and 'Fire',
Your thoughts yet Cold, my heart's desire
Lost in your eyes,
Wasteland of blue.
So dangerous is the path to you.
Your world, a metaphor of mind,
Your dreams sublime, your words unkind.
Ununderstood,
Perhaps. But true,
My Heaven now, belongs to you.
You are the Space, I am inside
Lost in your power to Divide
The meanings,
And along my Self
In thousand stories, on a Shelf.
I think you see, you see through me,
Yet you Create my thoughts, to be
The notes you seek -
I'm just the muse,
The Thing that always has to loose. |
Submission Name: Letter to an Artizan
