The Hurry of a Hundred Many Words

Time of vapors essence be, waves speak out of hand, Washing over souls as we, as waves caressing sand. Your eye my lantern lights, no distance but a star. As I perchance encroach your breathing from afar. A glance within your gaze delights recognized as hand to glove; Two souls may rise once more to share this love. Always in the motion of the moments clinging breath I find your essence lingering. Rhyme as inclination to each pre-thought drawn in wreath About your heart, caressed with gentle fingering. A cape enclosing winters life and heart; Passion’s promise, yet another start; Sun of yet another broken dawn. As love from well of hope is gentle drawn. Yet I struggle, bonds of life before me. Mere words, cartel of a dreary world impart. With heart ablaze in hurry of a hundred many words Were not the simple beating one immortal heart. Say yes Say yes a thousand times. Whose whisper night will linger silent now between all syllable every ancient singer voices beckon you allow. Touch my soul to raise me from the dead, somehow.