From the edge of lucid insanity, the crescent tip of the precipice,
the storm of charcoal tears, I’ve fallen into the great myth
into the enchantment of a Goddess, the grace & love of
you. Pelted & stoned, I'm dinged, like an aluminum
prophet in transparent obscurity. Muffled shock
waves pound the shore of my heart and soul
like poetry in motion, a soothing serenade
of harmonious hymns of spirit hummed.
You have quilted my hollow existence,
my masqueraded fantasies into bliss,
Time stood still as you went down
the shadowed runway of my heart
I have caught the last train home
& you, my loving Goddess, are the
interior designer that illuminates
My sacred space, bright & clear,
with your soul soothing serenade.

As always, a great write!

thanks bro

Wow!!!! Breathtaking