Breathtaking, for all the slain indiscretion I am here and out of nowhere once again
Believing in believing deceived I have not, but just for a whim or a mere touch of fondness
So cradled in despair this star-riddled eyes they vanished dyed hopes like sultan of desires
Too meek but not weak I still seek the kiss and the touch of smiles for a gold forlorn
In tons of dust that bleeds in bliss I'm travelling still for the face snow white
To blame of late there's none but so truly, that this fire so scarlet my passion for night sky
For where would it be a bright blood moon would I feel so swoon to make for me a bed of roses?
For erst or ephemeral I know 'tis mundane, but to time on our dances then maybe so
This farce could be blessed but not so still would merry be jerry that carries my apathy?
Then grave be undug this wild red passion, for us to believe that the sky be a fearing
A domain to spread our diamonds of relief or catharsis be a-starting this dance of a lifetime?
That never be undone this surreal feel of a feeling, for the one so praised but never be named
This last grey song of passive mutandis, be a-seeking now thee my princess of souls!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011
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