Apr 23, 2005 13:01
Traveling endlessly, running through existence. We fly on the wings of time my love. We are vultures gliding on the gilded wings of charcoal skies and moonlight disasters.
I remember a time when our child-like kisses meant nothing more than the whole world in our jar....we coveted today while all "yesterday's" and "tomorrows" crumbled in the embrace of our passionate whimsical insanity.
Life seemed to grow from a whirling reel, day in and day out, into the universe of our lives today.
You are my blood. Warm and thick beneath my skin.
You are my casket. You carry me softly when ever i should fall from grace.
You are my morbid child. Reflecting the innocence running through my veins into your heart.
I covet that you must have come from rambling archaic entrapments and I have come a breeding ground for zealots and puppeteers. We have risen beyond the grace of hell and the grave of eternal heart to walk with each other today.
I am forever in debt to existence, to ever have found you. May we continue to share this endeavor of life, side by side, until our bodies can no longer sustain.