exchanging souls

in the depths of despair i cry to thee, for thou art a kind and gentle being
stopping in moments to gasp, falling far to your beauty that hath no compare
the emeralds shine with brilliance, glowing like the fire warming us through and through
our bodies speak what our souls cannot, but thou art an illusion of confusion indeed

i miss the words you never spoke to me, the times that failed to turn in the sands of time
for my heart is empty in despair --- overcome with the darkness, i fall within
found crying out for someone i never knew, a heart i will never touch
for life is unbearable at times --- passing each day with the gloom of the air
it smells not of roses, but of the leaves which are swept into piles and burned

for thy heart is beautiful and adorned with the finest rubies, flawless in their creation
they spent many long years in the depths of the earth, burning in the fires below
your hands like silk of the finest quality, unmatched in their perfection
crafted by the worn hands of firm instruction and the sweetest grace

this world is empty without your presence, for i did not know who you were
nor will i discover your identity... i am but a fool, trapped in his own thoughts

the time has come, and passed --- the petals dispatched into the wind
and the ocean moves with the power of natures mother who cannot be forced
caught in the winds that stoke the fires of the blacksmith
hammering each sword into perfection, as the battle drums sound
and the warriors march begins

the brilliance of the mind is that it creates the world in which it lives
it sees the perfection that it cannot give, and lies in wicked foolishness
for my heart is a glass rod, smashed against a wall of reality's stone
and the pieces that lay below serve as a warning to those that pass
folly chases the fool who should travel this road
and weak is his heart..
lost is his soul..

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Out of the depths i cry to thee, kind and gentle being.

Falling far with your beauty, how your emeralds shine with brilliance. Glowing like fire, wrapped in warmth through and through. Our bodies speak what our souls cannot, an illusion of confusion. Missing the words you never spoke to me, the times that failed to turn in the sands of time. A heart empty with despair, overcome with the darkness. Within a faint cry, for someone I never knew, a heart I will never touch. The passing days clouded with the gloom of the air, smelling not of roses, rather the leaves which are neatly swept into piles and burned.

Thy heart is beautiful and adorned in the finest rubies, nearly flawless in their creation. Your hands made of the finest silk, unmatched in their perfection - crafted by the worn hands of firm instruction and the sweetest grace. The airs of life washed with your adorning presence, for I did not know who you were... I am but a fool, trapped in his own thoughts. The time has come, and passed --- the petals dispatched into the wind, 
and the ocean moves with unrestricted power, which cannot be forced. Caught in the winds that stoke the fires of the blacksmith, 
hammering each sword to perfection. The battle drums sound
 and the warriors march begins.

The brilliance of the mind is that it creates the world in which it lives; 
it sees the perfection that it cannot give, and lays in wicked folly. 
For my heart is a glass rod, smashed against the wall of reality's stone
 and the pieces that lay below serve as a warning to those that pass,
 folly chases the fool who should travel this road
 and weak is his heart, lost is his soul..

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You are an incredible writer.

You are an incredible writer. I will never tire of your words! HugSS and best wishes! SS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Wow, truly powerful piece you

Wow, truly powerful piece you have here loved it!


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

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I really love this poem it I

I really love this poem it I can really relate to this