Fall To Me

Wind stream rider high in flight Far beyond espy steady Searching clouded obsidian Peaks of loss and desire Held closely to my sanity Erupted in fears adrenaline Rushing through feral blaze Carrying that scent within epitome Stilling me trepid emptiness drains Into this eddy ripping my voice Roaring passion inside echoes Off my skull where solace blankets Covering bodies waxy marring My features hiding my dishonor Whitewashed shame of lasting hope Carried behind an icy azure Suavely cold and hotly fevered Illusions I carry eyes skyward Probingly closed stifled straining Catching your voice as you descend From the heights of Daedalus down Will I lay my ardors last vigor Of a promise of eternal love holding You close as you… Fall to me.