Words Much Like Poetry

the struggling light flickers atop a water candle a windy spell blows and threatens to put it out the flame almost leaps off but grabs onto the icy wick burning at the watery fuel the flame dreams of the water and the water holds its silence, unyielding ceding no ground betraying no emotion but the flame burns still on the water candle consuming the icy wick the water seeks the company of the flame the words exchanged of half passion half mystery betraying no emotion a perfect perplexity of state a perfect refusal of pairing yet the flame burns atop a water candle the flame aches denied for long no chance handed him no hint of future unity the flame burns upon an icy wick dreaming of the comfort of watery embrace the water plays games of wiles leading the flame's yellow heart to abeyance leading it to passion's end a place of hopelessness and pointless visions the water candle lets the flame burn upon an icy wick it has stood for long waiting for a sign of hope the struggling...

which should I lend credence? the song in my head or the beating of the heart, for the path to choose in quest for answers, the puzzle of life is just a cryptic jumble, with no pieces fitting together I have lost my thread I cannot find my way back the grail I seek, eludes me in this labyrinth I know the words they sing in the head, with stubborn persistence but the tongue is tied to silence will the eye behold heaven, the angel of surreal dreams? will the hand touch silk, the warmth of delayed company? the die is not yet cast the forecast cannot come forth the cup is half full, it leaks equally with every pouring in the stillness of day, an expectation shall brew there will either be a storm, or a rainbow bathed in a gentle hush

the breath of perfect perplexity blows in fragrant harmony. hypnotic auburn waves cast spells of feminine wiles, the chorus reverberating even unto deaf visions. deceptive aura akin celestial effulgence causes delusions and iterated caprice. sunlight makes her seem incandescent, blinding every sense and reason. the very air is woven in mysterious static, snaring every soul in reach. twinkled fairies shower upon her, adorning her a costume of constellations, and the angelic queen floats towards me.

a breathtaking wonder infinity and endlessness a glitter upon scarlet shores the caress of sun soaked sand a diamond chill welcoming the golden sun treasure upon distant unknowns bloody pillows of the orange awakened tall shadows of sentiment unearthed the hush, the whisper of a countless age witness to genesis and rebirths conclusions and departures passions and declarations step upon infinite footsteps, erased and reinscribed the writ a record of our mortality, forever the memory of an author's immensity the immovable, jagged but worn solid, the barrier seldom overran once alive but now a testament, of the countless ages of a cycle the vast glimmer, a morning mirror to a wonder silent, calm, shimmering in its clarity, sparkling in its proud responsibility, waving to its eternal daily reception