Lovely lovely lovely
...sadness.
Dipping your golden
Pen into your shattered
Heart;
Using your soul as blotter
Not to smear forever or
Yesterday
With hasty words.
Instead wiping the quill
On your sleeve,
Wherein lay your injured
Heart, pinned
With the steel of resolve,
Always with such pain
In your blood's ink;
Ink of these older ones.
The dust tastes of beautiful,
Mighty dreams
In their suffering.
Dark are the churning
Waters I see
In the well of
Forgivness.
This
Before I braved
To walk my own shores,
To seek to find
That which is here,
And makes everything;
The struggle,
The fear,
Worthwhile.
I can still hear
The surf beating
Hard against the rocks
Of the cliffs;
Off which I once
Chose to dive
To end misery
That seemed to follow me
As a stray cat.
Till the moment I turned
To look into
The panther's eyes
Of my pursuer.
It was then I realized
It was you.
Saviour, you are to me.
