merry light
The Gaze of Your Untamed World
I Long for new.
Searching for the unexplored,
In the hidden,
And forgotten, depths
Of others
In their eyes,
I find desire.
I find love and envy.
An intricate puzzle,
all in ones eye.
The gates to their souls.
I yearn to lead another,
Through their untamed world.
Blending unsteady songs,
And bleak landscapes.
I feel the need to mend them.
Like an artist to a painting,
And a poet to his pain.
Like the gods to their worshippers,
And mothers to sons.
Into a Stary Night,
The Wonderer above the Sea of Fog
the Monalisa.
Into rolling mountains
Filled with the larks tales
And the dwarfs symphonic toon
Of melding steels and armors
Into fire and wine,
The night and day.
From the seasons to the trees.
Like the gods to the Titans,
A poet to her love
And an artist to bleeding paints
I long to lock away,
The old.
To seek anew.
Write away,
All my pain,
And all the memories,
all the love,
Finally turning the page.
To lay a dark glaze,
Hoping to be less,
transparent.
The tears in ones eyes,
Can nurture the trees,
Or cripple the bees.
When I look into his eyes,
I see an unyielding weight.
Kept within a locked gate.
The glint in her eyes,
That is were true beauty resides.
Like a dimming fire,
surrounded by a bed of coals,
Or a dyeing star.
Like how paintings may show love,
These gates show the light of the soul.
Like poetry showing pain and love,
These vast worlds,
Show the reformation,
Of ones vary being.
fleet perch