02-19-2012, 02:22 PM
Dare you loving look on one, such as I?
So that through open words, a bond shall grow,
Betwixt and between dark earth and light sky,
A union to comfort us when we’re old?
Or is it true, what is said of the flesh?
Alone we enter this world, warm or chill,
Being neither damned, no more than we’re blessed,
We enter, live, and die, against our will.
Is there hope then for that final hour?
When I lay entomb in this wizened sack,
Should we meet within the bridal bower,
Would then you be with me as death attacks?
Would you do more than simply hold my hand,
Be my companion also to that land?
©2012 -Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.