Thirst

Thirst a quest to see the dream of you long faint cries of driveled hue through her shattered cries I can still hear a faint whisper of a pin drop solace the mast of a chalice place eyes with spots having holes you suffer in silence onto the next episode to hold you in my arms as a cage of fear to numb the inner silence from the pain not having you in my arms is driving me insane thirst for words to quench our desire take it higher then a funeral parlor she dances in a ring of fire yet throws off its challenge with a shrug to love is the mere essence of my existence we must endure with hearts saturated with truth this is in order to withstand the true test of time sublime heavy hearts out on a whim we have come to depend upon a power greater then self some insist on putting that book right back on the shelf still will take her higher then ever before to realms unknown as high as the eagles does soar.