Intact and Forever

Solemn day, as solemn as any day can be but yet how can I portray it to be The harmonic duet of the bird and blooming wild flowers prove me wrong Love, a distant theory is also a quilt of comfort like Shakespearean prose the heat, the warmth on a cold winter's day Love, a springing halt to collateral damage the only measurement withstanding the ferocity arises as does a question How can one live to love if to live and love is evil spell them backwards, the theory becomes a tested hypothesis Maybe the conclusion arrive in the form of another riddle or maybe the man in the moon will descend and live happier Every time I gaze at him, he wears an expression of agony in the loneliest morning and darkest night like his wife has died Fright, what is it; it's a method, a state of being an epidemic, a disaster Could it be a symptom of lust not knowing what's to come bolting through a closing door or an attempt to keep a presence intact and forever perhaps One can never know unless one already knows omniscient, omnipotent but then again, it's similar to asking for aid, paid in full for an unknown someone to help pull the trigger right between the eyes