Peter the Artist

Moments inscribed by thy heart and mine Slowly dissolving by the passing of time Ululating false to our tailored truths Paving way for decaying shoes You seek for balance and I fancy peace A contradiction to my restless ease Un-reflecting love in the midst of your eyes But nothing defeats the power of denial I gravitate to morbid fascination Nothing less than your voluptuous facaad That convicts me in a mental facility Which accommodates my gorious rhapsody We've become a retinue my shadow and I To your mysterious adventures you'd left behind I still see thee as my moon and stars But do free me soon from these prison bars You are a breeze of the ocean on a Summer's day If not carols on a Christmas day Perhaps affection to a heart tormented by dismay Peter, loving you was not a mistake ...just a gentle kiss to compose my quake