Tuesday, April 14, 2009

A Forlorn Hope...

He fights the darkness, as she rests in the grace of the night...
Nesting in the shadows of his warm embrace, her eternal beauty takes flight.

Hiding behind the bosom of her ever kind generosity,
he seeks shelter from that which brews steadily.

Thou craves her so, just as much as she needs thee...
But however may they try, faith hatches devious plans mischievously.

For in his freedom lies the capture of her soul.
When she weeps for him, his heart rages ever more.
When he loves, she sinks deeper in the fold.
Yet one bereft of the other, leaves the story untold.

She, the never-ending blue sky with her pristine virtue and pulchritude.
He, the glorious lightning bolt that jolts her peaceful abode.

Floating upon this surface for the birds, their saga soars.


Eve* aka JB said...

Really well written D.

SIM said...

@ Eve
Thanks JB. Coming from you, that means a lot :)