In the Eyes
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My eyes, alabaster white, my time like an Alchemist straight,
The soul scented slightly like a floating flower,
Organza – give us a touch, pin it on the heart
Even if it is meaningless, throw a dart!
Tediously enveloped, politely collapsed,
In the mirror looked behind her veil,
Not sure should I celebrate or hail, or am I about to fail?
I am stuck now, with the relics of morality
Beaten down like a clown!
Suddenly on her turf my heart is in the grave
Divided, corrupted, blocked and got mocked, as I gave.
In this final round the clamps got off
Totally unblocked, - doff!
Take care of those knees that knelt in grief
Engraving the exhumed hand that used to bring gifts,
So revered but at what cost came a bunch of costly rifts?
Many questions yet to be thoroughly answered,
Countless feelings to be tamed,
Heap of time and just one life hardly ever grasped,
I breed no fear in a juicy delirious pear,
As I offered an awful amount to share, I swear!
Pillars turned to ashes falling through the fingers of the timekeeper,
Who sealed the deal by turning the smell of Citron
To tasteful sweetness of luscious honey, an ascension,
Now, gone into a deep gravitational pull of a different dimension.
Copyright © Hound Of Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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