COUNTLESS CATHEDRALS

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JOURNAL # 41
 
 
love me back to life
surgeon to restore my spirit
cradle me away from this bitter void
for beyond my mind's many breathless
whispers
it's your face that forever floats
you are the true harbor among my ship's
passing ports
you have become my heart's fortune
sentiment itself own meticulous escort
so how better can I possibly say this
with proper emphasis on the outcome's
preferred resource 
'Countless Cathedrals' chime in my head
sweet charming man
at the mere memory of you 
don't you realize that light cascades lovelier
upon my shoulders
undisturbed yet pure
just by the mere sight of your fondest greeting...

(March 31, 2014 735am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for an irreplaceable heart that beats along side my very own.

 

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