Running upon thee labyrinth,
Grazing claws screech in despair.
Feeling cold stones to the touch,
Wore out fingers seep along the wall.
Melancholy lurks in thy heart,
Doth be darkness, light buried by minds fog.
Absence reeks the void, spelling thee cold,
Times running out, precious moments seemingly drown by this heavy stone.
I surrender upon who thy Doth thee me.
Much knowing that nowhere you’re in sight,
With all thy strength he searches for light.
Running through the labyrinth,
The walls come in high and tall.
Through the walls I hear your cry,
Slipping through the sand I seep down and fall.
Close my eyes and hope everything’s fine,
Destiny in heart is where hope if found.
In thy God he sees a labyrinth for thee,
A true test of human mortality.

Sitting upon the hills of land where eyes meet the sea,
Walked by on foot, all shall be known eventually.
The pace of the waves scatter along the shore,
Following the form of a souls core gravity.
The answers seep into the soil, yet it all looks the same,
Disguised as the same ears to hear for something that still seems near,
So we sit around and all listen patiently.
The same palms to adore and see, oh what is it I Fear?
Not the will of another form for complexity?
What to neither see and touch nor feel, why do I need to know explicitly?
Simply know thy strength and durability to seek love may incompensately be a heart to sacrifice unforgettably.
Somewhere out there, beyond the toil of footprints in sand,
Gribbling me reflects thee in the vast expanse of the sea.
Effortlessly the Wind in fly, who is to fortify this most high?
Imperfectly feeling safe I comply, as unsecured as in prison,
A chamber with four valves, all one way with emotions flowing uncontrollably.
Those who reveal to thee, hath it been the heart of true love,
Have known the key be is vulnerability.
A portal of power, down into the wormhole is a flower, from within,
Heavenly please the sound of rain on tin.
Calls of above may you guide me gracefully.
Love I like you love me.
Grow and be so that whoever is disciplined may they forever see the ultimate bumblebee.
Minds abide to attach sloth thy I slaughter this social incompatibility.
Masks to spare aside, too many mind?-
Pollinate to see a performance spectacularly.

The seas respiration talks in waves,
Before the answers seep into the soil to become lost in conformity.
(*The wind blows*)
Susurrus spell hath above thee wind,
Spreading the seeds of life, falling to the tide miraculously.
Let love be the zenith wrath at a waves crest,
Cascading an enchanted mountain upon her encompassed mist.
A mountain of love all beautifully clear,
Vulnerable wave, a mountain of love to be known astronomically.
Sleepy sands thin her resonance, yet Hopes are high to these obstacles.
Molecules to keep awake in a dream that gets far too intense,
Cherishing on the edge for even her echoes now seem lost,
Translusive mountain in fall, a heartbeat grabbed from time by ones hand, it all strokes down to rest here amongst the land.
A grabbed heartbeat given back again by accident, missing thy life, need my feet where is the oxygen?
Special I am not, nor do I beg differ to be not.
Causality, no mistake,
Coincidence is ours to make.

(*A wave crashes on the shore*)

A gentle splash fathoms thee with a soothing touch,
As if a warm hand laid upon her check not too little nor too much.
Hath her warmth burns in thee heart, all lonesome and true,
Doth the endeavors of the world into a melody,
Waves water reveals soil in which there is no turmoil,
Lullaby of light, another tranquility.
Only I seem to see, with eyes of ice, nothing can melt me.
Only for a moment the answer is shown, how to tame upon this lucidity that comes and goes,
To see the raw exposure inscrutably?
The water flows back into the mouth of which her words were spoke,
To weep another day yet It will return back with hope.