May 31, 2011 23:08
Sadalmelik
Shining
Radiant
Ever ardent beacon
She exists above it all
Tempting me
The sky lowers itself
To my fevered brow
Her lips
Pressed against salt
And oil
Sun kisses me
The night blesses me
Cloaked
Armoured
Clad in optimism
She has made me strong
Though I too
Walked among the clouds
I chose to bury myself
Cut my hands on the earth
Yet every so often
She calls me to her
And like the siren's song
To the tempest-tossed seaman
I am lulled and seduced
I dare not disobey
She inspires
The heat within my chest
Soothes me
With her cool caresses
She serves
To coax me astray
And yet, guides me home
It is not a simple metaphor
That others of my kind
So easily spew forth
In an attempt to flatter
As it is accuracy
And the will of the winds
That cause this name's
Arrow to stick
Within my heart
My words
My mind
She will always be known
As a star.