Wishes of My Art
Each
thought
turns to
tender
tears,
visible
wishes not
of feeble
fears
they draw
me closer
to thy
solemn
skies
where my
soul's
cascading
light lies.
Leave not
my heart
in the mist,
fight my
flaws with
your fist,
I need no
song but a
stream
that I may
drown not
in my
dream.
Let the
Moon snug
our
candlelight,
ours' is a
fixed
feeling in a
fair flight
to the
throne of
sweet
memories
as the
future
unfolds
love's
legacies.
Visit my
past with
an invisible
ink
and write
on it a
lovely link,
for thy
footprint
on my
single lane,
leaves no
space for
teary twain.
To thee my
treasure, I
doff my
heart,
my queen,
a flower
more than
art,
here I
stand in a
word
without
walls,
enslaved
by
thoughts
of our...
clarion call.
Copyright
2012
~Adeleke
Adeite~
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2012
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