The Weeping Rose

Working Title: Finite vs. Infinite. april 30, 2009

Your rest is like a cloud of dew
…quiet like the soft mornings when the sun whispers its joy
the morning air, deep and heavy, but reflecting the brilliance of peace

You smile at me through the clouds
Winking out my doubt, as the light pierces into my mundane routine

Awakened, aroused, my mind is pulled to the depths of the infinite
Where flowers bloom exquisite and the joy of a child remains forever pure.

I gasp for breath—
you have stolen my mortal breath from me
as I inhale the marvel of greatness.

So glorious and majestic are the wonders beyond my control
That I shake in your arms—
Consumed by love

But my morality is weak
For my body cannot follow your foot steps in the sand
Your imprints would cause surely cause my destruction

Shaking, you release me,
Back to routine,
And away from your arms,
Where black and white, once again, is all I see.

posted by The Shadowpax @ 7:44 PM