..and we shall melt beneath the kiss of dreams..
Dearest shattered breaths untold,
A shroud of Mercy struck in bold,
To kiss the tempting rise of grace,
In courage given. Time erased..
A fold of trinkets still await,
A gifted ballot long toward fate,
In all the world screams single doves,
Dare to dream? Oh sweet, foolish love..
Do you bathe in darkness much as I,
Or glisten within the moonlight high,
To waste your breaths on the Devil’s tongue,
Or beg a touch too soon undone..
A declaration from the “pen” bearer: There is one, final verse still due, and yet I find myself unable to complete it. Perhaps.. One day. If any desire, feel free to complete it as you see fit, and the perplexing continuation will last.