A Love Song For A Forgotten Chain of Moutains
One last word my dear,
Under suns fading burn,
My love grows inside of you
As if under soils.
Never uttered or promised
on runes or shifting sands,
filled with confusion and sin.
But never to be gone from you
Like a fools wink.
My love will never leave you
Though it may fall and drift to
The ground, crushed by feet.
Curses for it all
You are mine by no right of heaven
Nor hand but by loves inescapable urges.
Prompt to propel into blackness,
You are my light and my fire.
Burnt into my soul as this
Moment ends and begins anew
If only my mouth uttered to you
Which my pen gives to my pad
Then moth, once driven to light
Would give you its only flight
