beautiful to the eye
caught up in it
a shadow of truth yet drawn
I covet what is before me
we cant escape that which is deep
an invitation to be
in the dance
we long for
this place wreaks of familiarity
signs in stone
written as warning
across an open heart
the longing takes murk and gives clarity
is it truly what it seems?
or am I seeing that
which i hope is true
long years of ache brought me here
path of thorns fought well
a curse perhaps
upon the vessel
steps are easy upon shiny clean glass
it matters not when there is so much to fill
i wish it were not so
but cannot escape my hearts emptiness
give in to it
a reservation of being shattered
yet to risk is minute by minute
for one last promise, true love
but a fool i am for it
a heart that knowingly seeks
give a last breath
walk, follow fates beckoning
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