Poetry

Two minutes of sweet dreaming
my empty casket is your broken bed
a long time I have waited
and now we can finally be wed

I touch your skin
when your eyes have fallen
sweet slumber

I draw you in my mind
like a caricature of eve
yet your nakedness does not ashame me

but through harmony
I breathe your irridescent soul
that floates between my enemies
so that I shall always be focused on your goal

to be reminded that love is hate
and we are but one
the sun and the moon together
forever we hum
and sing the humans to sleep
if only for them to awake
as they walk between the cycles
you my love will make
the womb of the earth cry for mercy
to be felt inside your mind
creator of light
creator of all
creator of the blind

Let them not scare you
let them not feel dread
of what marvellous wonderous things that you have seen
and are yet to understand until we are wed

For I shall keep on waiting
and protecting your door
your sweet soul is mine for ever
within my heart which they call the earths core

Let not them scare you
for they do not understand
that the sweet words that you write
were long before planned

and like a piano you create
the composure of the soul
so what they think they are reading
is actually the opposite of the pole

For even the brightest minds
will let you in with their ways
so help them understand the knowledge of platonius
as a beginning to their new golden days

Hum with me hum with me
save your song for only my ears!
For like a foetus i will be within you again
in less than a thousand years

But what is a year
to us of the unknown
but a sweet freckle on a childs skin,
forgotton and of the wrong tone.

But alas it is still a kiss
from gods most powerful bliss
of heat that gives and takes away
alas a year is but a day!

I must leave you again
but please feel me so deep
for you are my everything
please no longer weep.