~SPEAK NOT OF THIS~

unkind, her eyes that look on this shell
knowing the one within screams
she steals song from my lips
music of my soul in hell
all the pleasure rips from these stone hands
on pale faces
we see the courage fall
as i have taken to dark paths at night
unseen in the dusty light
the paradise was glimpses
and the rest was a terrible sight
how do we speak and not of this
the farewell kiss that stole you from me
the praising touch that threw me
the place i keep for your return
i know now must burn
and all that i am
is more beautiful than i have been
and if i cry
is it, my love, a sin

Well written and conveyed ronin. I see the desolate places are not as empty and barren as I had once thought.

I like this one too