My Words Do Not Match Yours- Part 2
Maybe I shall pray,
though never believed in much
maybe i could such...
perhaps I could for a day...
kneel down to pray;
just to hear then say
"you are beautiful..."
Oh, divine, bleeding star,
Eyes of eager want and disdain…
What words blessed be may ail your pain?
I am but mortal meeting flaw again and again
My master, my ruler, my liege
I bow, I grovel, I beg
teach me your magic
The arts of the words so charismatic
Gleaming, glistening, glinting
like gold and silver charms-
An aura of pure creation
You the Queen of tales
of sorrows, and dreams,
And happy things
I wish, I wish -
I wish and wish and wish some more
Yo learn your secret, learn your trade
To inspire greats- with a single sentence
Stand as my equal, my friend,
And do not beg for gifts you hold,
Open them upon us all
For the answers have always been in your eyes,
Where the deepest darkest sorrow lies,
In the crevices of your brazen soul light
Who has long been shoved and hidden in your bitter, broken plight
Stand by my side, and give majesty to your muse
Rest her heart gently on what you feel most of,
What you see, and what you dream
Do not grovel to the floor,
Do not wrestle for the glory of more
You are perfection when you let your light out
Soft and genuine, the fire will seek you now
Divine, bleeding star
We are mortals with immortality afar
Destined to touch inspirations never blemished,
Never pained
Never strained
Without so much,
a guiding visage
I fear,
I shall go out in a blink
but maybe.. just maybe
I will write, something...
worth sharing
a tale- worth telling
---Collaboration with poet Laura Breidenthal---
Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2016
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