Wishes of My Art

Each thought turns to tender tears, visible wishes not of feeble fears they draw me closer to thy solemn skies where my soul's cascading light lies. Leave not my heart in the mist, fight my flaws with your fist, I need no song but a stream that I may drown not in my dream. Let the Moon snug our candlelight, ours' is a fixed feeling in a fair flight to the throne of sweet memories as the future unfolds love's legacies. Visit my past with an invisible ink and write on it a lovely link, for thy footprint on my single lane, leaves no space for teary twain. To thee my treasure, I doff my heart, my queen, a flower more than art, here I stand in a word without walls, enslaved by thoughts of our... clarion call. Copyright 2012 ~Adeleke Adeite~