“A love without sighs,
Of laughterful eyes,
That reckoned each second
The pause of a kiss,
A kiss and… that is
If I were her lover to teach her.”
“Madison Julius Cawein”
I.
May I lead you to my soul in searching?
To tell you, the love of my love, that
Against my will I have fallen: I wish
Not to hear of it’s impossibility.
I’ve held a summer night in my arms,
And dove into the eyes of an angel.
Still trying to resurface, I crumble
To the story of my humble,
Crashing into a rumble: The rumble
Of a song and it’s purpose.
II.
May I lead you to my heart in hoping?
To ask you, the breath of my breath, to
Walk with me to tomorrow? I care
Not of distance, so do not speak it.
I’ll wait along the shores of Autumn,
For my burning beauty to follow.
Still trying to recover: I pour
The blood of pain from before,
Pour as rain to my door,
Towards the dawn of her shutters.
III.
May I lead you to a lake in longing?
To offer you, the eye of my eye, a life
Full of promises, in an eternal August.
We, child has spoken for us both.
I’ll breathe in the stars in our nights,
For a love half as bright.
Still trying to reminisce: Dying
In her eyes, from tomorrow’s goodbyes,
Now I scratch our names along the sky,
Trying to relive midnight’s kiss….
“ a kiss and… that is…”