Although it might not SEEM like it, me and Vernon argue.
I began this days ago... but didn't actually finish it until we stopped arguing. I was writing this as we argued...
Knight in Epitome Armor
by Elizabeth Mathers
1/11/08
Words that exist cannot express
sentimental and eternal devotion with
their translucent definitions which, undeniably,
roil down through the fine wrinkles
in the palm of a hand aged by passion.
A providence gives majestic flight to
A relentless dream that refuses to wane
And thin, delicate, souls weep in the afterlife
For a possession not stirred awake by
Their empathetic tears which innocently
Trill down marble staircases onto chrysanthemums.
Your eyes are a heaven, an eternity of
Ambrosial harmonies mixed in with the
Bittersweet scent of peonies and roses
Near a fountain of turquoise and coral
Where I can lay kisses upon lilies.
Not even the radiance of Luna may
Shade the splendor of a form which stands,
So patiently, by the weeping willows near
A creek, which glistens like fireflies that
Long for one another, so much in love.
Forgiveness comes as easy as
Admitting our flaws and entrusting our hopes
Into a seamstresses hands as she
Crafts and conceives imperial robes
From the torn, rigid burlap which lays hidden
Underneath the soles of beggars abused feet.
Promises no longer involve dancing over
The splintering silvery crystals that
Once was a travesty of depression.
Hopes to find my knight in epitome armor
Came true, as the clouds evanescence, and
Paradise's angels graced us and united us
For a greater purpose, as Soul-mates, than to just
Rot away as common mortals tend to do.
