To My Love Part 7 Final

Lupus Dei, grief of the heart, sealed eyes... Has he not spoken of the total collapse of his identity? Gorged in simplicity of his violent shadows, foreboding Giving almost the most beautiful cataleptic look full of texture The one that is in a dreamland between love and longing, A heart completely exposed to a bayonet forged in the fires at Mediana. A persistent agony of dissolution shall make no rule As I demand it to be silent, in my head, in my heart, in my soul, It shall not display negative or destructive rituals, or Insensible impatience or it shall not raise the voice or angst That would disturb the peace at a small well in the oasis of aspiration, It shall not be prohibitive, unduly, infringing or chaotic, It shall not be so! Oh shadows, shadows of the dark, Set the chain of events free Let them be modest and true In the darkened arc – ignite a spark Let me in – let it be! As ever, with love. END **** NOTE **** Due to the character limitations this long poem had to be split into 7 parts to post.