Ian WhiteMorning Poetry: Future Love Letter
December 22nd 2010 10:47
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What light so far has set this blaze?
I am but an ant, under glass in your smile
I count the ticks till we pass foreshadow
As eloquence is reduced to babble
Shakespeare on the lips of angels is mere cacophony
Your essence spurns description
Your arrival harbingered snow in august
Autumn fall
Flight of the grounded
Impossible to the brink of acceptance
You are miracle
The orchid grown in the Arctic
I gain breath when you exhale
But perish when you retract
Death and life
My plight, centered around your heart
I would walk the clouds to find your dreams
Bathe in fire to ease your pain
Hells fury is adolescence to mine should you be harmed
I'd feed them thought in rods of Thunder
Tear them up to drag them under
Lullaby of damnation's slumber
But at your utterance my cheek shall turn
My full rotation is your command
I stand, at undivided attention
I wouldn't miss a tick
A cough
A kiss
A thought
Because our infinite time comes beyond
Short lived at the present where you're found
Oh how I pray this letter finds its subject
Is there a recipient to match this sender?
Only the divine knows
But I've been raised as a being of hope
Until we're united
Love,
My soulWhat light so far has set this blaze?
I am but an ant, under glass in your smile
I count the ticks till we pass foreshadow
As eloquence is reduced to babble
Shakespeare on the lips of angels is mere cacophony
Your essence spurns description
Your arrival harbingered snow in august
Autumn fall
Flight of the grounded
Impossible to the brink of acceptance
You are miracle
The orchid grown in the Arctic
I gain breath when you exhale
But perish when you retract
Death and life
My plight, centered around your heart
I would walk the clouds to find your dreams
Bathe in fire to ease your pain
Hells fury is adolescence to mine should you be harmed
I'd feed them thought in rods of Thunder
Tear them up to drag them under
Lullaby of damnation's slumber
But at your utterance my cheek shall turn
My full rotation is your command
I stand, at undivided attention
I wouldn't miss a tick
A cough
A kiss
A thought
Because our infinite time comes beyond
Short lived at the present where you're found
Oh how I pray this letter finds its subject
Is there a recipient to match this sender?
Only the divine knows
But I've been raised as a being of hope
Until we're united
Love,
My soul
I am but an ant, under glass in your smile
I count the ticks till we pass foreshadow
As eloquence is reduced to babble
Shakespeare on the lips of angels is mere cacophony
Your essence spurns description
Your arrival harbingered snow in august
Autumn fall
Flight of the grounded
Impossible to the brink of acceptance
You are miracle
The orchid grown in the Arctic
I gain breath when you exhale
But perish when you retract
Death and life
My plight, centered around your heart
I would walk the clouds to find your dreams
Bathe in fire to ease your pain
Hells fury is adolescence to mine should you be harmed
I'd feed them thought in rods of Thunder
Tear them up to drag them under
Lullaby of damnation's slumber
But at your utterance my cheek shall turn
My full rotation is your command
I stand, at undivided attention
I wouldn't miss a tick
A cough
A kiss
A thought
Because our infinite time comes beyond
Short lived at the present where you're found
Oh how I pray this letter finds its subject
Is there a recipient to match this sender?
Only the divine knows
But I've been raised as a being of hope
Until we're united
Love,
My soulWhat light so far has set this blaze?
I am but an ant, under glass in your smile
I count the ticks till we pass foreshadow
As eloquence is reduced to babble
Shakespeare on the lips of angels is mere cacophony
Your essence spurns description
Your arrival harbingered snow in august
Autumn fall
Flight of the grounded
Impossible to the brink of acceptance
You are miracle
The orchid grown in the Arctic
I gain breath when you exhale
But perish when you retract
Death and life
My plight, centered around your heart
I would walk the clouds to find your dreams
Bathe in fire to ease your pain
Hells fury is adolescence to mine should you be harmed
I'd feed them thought in rods of Thunder
Tear them up to drag them under
Lullaby of damnation's slumber
But at your utterance my cheek shall turn
My full rotation is your command
I stand, at undivided attention
I wouldn't miss a tick
A cough
A kiss
A thought
Because our infinite time comes beyond
Short lived at the present where you're found
Oh how I pray this letter finds its subject
Is there a recipient to match this sender?
Only the divine knows
But I've been raised as a being of hope
Until we're united
Love,
My soul
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