My dear I am
just a decrepit
sad dreamer I
can’t help it.
I beg my God
a recompense
where I feel it
all makes sense.
I am but bone
with a beating
heat from in me
keeps repeating.
Your name I do
now know part
of a mystique it
is such great art.
So real I bleed
eternal cries lit
a want for life
of mine you fit.
Our eyes rise in
earnest to see us
take a look first,
to eyes we trust.
Take my life I
beg of my God;
for want means
I am not so odd.
The balet of life
has brought you
unto my eyes my
beauty it is you.
For I am but an
imperfect hollow
of immersed salt
hard to swallow.
May I be simple
for just moments;
I want to say I do
need atonement.
For I’ve sinned I
desire your smile
that leads me here
as if I were child.
