lovespirit
"The second I walk into a room, I begin to adjust my mask...
...I don't want to die with my music in me..
clarity... a true poet doesn't write for compensation... he writes because the intensity of what is to be expressed is too great to be contained in a minor vessel...and it has to be released in order to accomplish its predestined mission...
'EVOLUTION OF A SONG'
Symphony of days
scored in light and sound,
tempo unrestrained.
Spectrum of intensity
violet to vermilion,
expressing the moment.
This dauntless iridescence,
my life.
Your kiss began the last refrain,
an ode to oneness of thought and feeling.
A rhapsody of lips and hands
accompanied by sighs,
by fingertips and eyes on fire.
The blending of time
until we had exhausted it all.
Play it again.
It's wherever you are I'm meant to be.
This empty space denies the ways
in which we complete each other.
I once lived in you, you in me.
scored in light and sound,
tempo unrestrained.
Spectrum of intensity
violet to vermilion,
expressing the moment.
This dauntless iridescence,
my life.
Your kiss began the last refrain,
an ode to oneness of thought and feeling.
A rhapsody of lips and hands
accompanied by sighs,
by fingertips and eyes on fire.
The blending of time
until we had exhausted it all.
Play it again.
It's wherever you are I'm meant to be.
This empty space denies the ways
in which we complete each other.
I once lived in you, you in me.
lovespirit
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