Magic of Love
Magic of Love

The whispers of a lost
Soul. Seeks, to forget
The pain enduring.

When the thin sheet
Harboring the
Truth
Rips

The barren land meets
The calm unnerving sea

All is stagnant, the
Heart
In the gripes of Medusa
Aches eternally

Bellowing the charms of
The once enchanting
Melody

For memory
Is cruel to the honest spirit
And mislaid by the callous

Cheers to the heartless
Joys for the forgetful
For they shall be remembered
Honored
And forgiven
Everlastingly

Rain
Rain

We once walked
In this cold summer
Night

Watching the pearls
Falling one by
One

I held your hand
As you held
Mine

While our voices
Trail off in
Memory

I still remember
The ravishing
Rain

That washed our
Tears in cynical
Vain

You looked up
And smiled to the
Heavens

Muttering a prayer
Under your misty
Breath

That if we
Had never been
Together

We would have
Been blessed
Forever

Truth
Truth

I
The fool
Held on to
The Sword of Truth
Like a child to candy

And Strung it
As if Bowstring
Playing a long
Forgotten

Melody.

The birds sang
In motion with
The trees
Whilst Man
Went deaf

The Sword
Melted like candy
Cheated by the Devil’s
Child

Sinks into
The Oblivion
Consuming the Bow
With the hearts of
People once called

The Sons of God

Where the voice
Can never be heard

Again.

Shards of snow
Shards of snow

Left over beer cans
And some burnt charred
Coals

A heart once
Ripped apart
And an empty
Soul

Resonate in
The cold winter
While mocking
And teasing

A regret of
A lifetime
A grief of
An Eternity

Replaying
That cold
Lingering
Heartfelt

Pain

That pierced
And stabbed

Like a beautiful
Winter
Raining Shards
Of Snow

A dream of
Love
Ending
Too soon

A Lament
Of unending
Woe

A sin
that can
never be
untold