Fallen

You crescent the light of me
in a coruscation of eyes
seeking a transcendent vision
beneath the surface of skin,
finding shelter in shadows,
beyond the burn, where
a taste of this truth
hovers beneath a raven's wings
dangling above the fault line
dividing darkness and incandescence
Fragments of ivory silhouettes
exploited in disguised revelations,
disimprisoned from intrinsic illusions,
once bound in chains to our
smoke blinded deceptions,
finding us one step closer
to a taste of heaven


Fallen,
I am in the curves
of your pause,
a fingerprint in time
dangling before
a moment of touch
Intoxicated in premonitions
of unspoken confessions,
tangled in words
born of ache,
fragile wings will lift them
upon the breath of your name
whispered in ethereal echoes
anchored to my faith
in those three words
tattooed in the ink of your song
played softly in the twilight
upon my final surrender

I would smolder upon a dying wick
for one last glimpse of your shadow
beyond my fading light, swallow
the ashes of stolen moments
for another taste
of your crescent light upon me
in breaths of repentant eyes
so hungry to fade into the grace
of untainted prayers
once soured upon my lips,
resurfaced from decadent currents
swirling in moon-speckled reflections
of yesterdays tears,
a lament resurrection
from a tomb of valediction
ascends upon diaphanous wings
into the eternal of your love

why not freed or unchained. My English (Indian) teacher would've kicked me out of class for destructing the English Language


ok, i think i got it.

What i understand is that seeking eternal love is,


Is this what they call "dark love", the sea of troubles?

If it is, then Men would fear it, to fall and lose their reputation.

may be i didn't quite get it, cause it's Shakespearean all the way

intoxicating