remember, remember.

                       Remember, remember that sight we saw, my soul, your soul that beautiful soft September morning in the Forrest, Round but turning in the path, pillars of granite towering above, as I embraced you to ground in an unbridled display of affection passionately , I wait. Again…for my heart. Is only a disgusting  display on my head, scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in heat, mouth, projecting its wedding poisons, like a fountain with its rhythmic arms, I can hear it clearly flowing with a long  murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound, bleeding and bloodied by her sound, I am the vampire of my own heart, falling to the earth, screaming, burning, one of the great outcast condemned to eternal light, who can no longer smile. For am I dead….I must be dead….. for……………I long for her,and know her,yet I am outcast with her. My heart betrays me oh lord, as my soul darkens with the celestial cycles of the moon, the son burdened far, persistent in deed, only to find, eternity is my prison,

This Love.                                                                                                                                                                                                

 Dedicated to:
                                                               Sarah A.Langley