The Book — Version 2

The book I cannot erase, but still I write

Pages fluttering within, stir love songs, churn in pain and alight in bliss

Paragraphs of love brought to life, gasp in breathless remembrance,

In echoes and in pages yet to be written

Desire fueled, then denied

Risen anew, as soulmates dance within a new era

Love, like the tender roll of a single tear upon my cheek

Radiation of truth

Sinuously liquefied in a delightful caress

To the past of my reflection, I speak

Was a thief lurking in the corners of your room that night?

Plucking the passion and promise away

When did you get the name fear?

Drawn in ashes across your rib cage

Words stomp many to the Neverland

While love is tied with a ribbon

Inside a pure silver chest of hope

Through time, it quietly exists

Echoing the scintillation of a bond created, so divine

Quivers of Earth bound fire, risen to thunder in the sky

Plot twist

The games began without request

Mythical beasts mocking all the year, playing betrayer friends

Hearing thunder, they curse the night

Tugging at my devoted heart

Plying friends for words and trading for jokes

Upon me they marked their prey

Luciphage and the succubus working in measured construct

Creeping viruses stream into our lives

Like a haunted forest, they walk, pulling roots away

Seeking to surround us, losing minds in a maze

Innocents targeted in our names

Moth eaten shadows beckon them to the devil’s side

Alone, I stood witness to the senseless despair

Isolated as devils call spells to send help away

Now lost in a cube, the bars of justice will soon surround

Layers of walls, black, shutting out their mischief and bloody games

I jackhammered the bond between they and I

All while they looked upon me and laughed, in rapture of their play

But they forget, With God, I know the way

Vision lost to them in their little black box prison

Friendship and goodness betrayed

Bleak and gray, I construct the prison cubes for their mates

But my heart lurches, because I have betrayal in place of friends and all that was lost

Bells of regret chime in the kernel of life

In fevered ache, I kneel and pray

To awaken in a new day that doesn’t end this way

Unused page affixed, to be written in

Stamped with silver ark and clues of a key to seek

Let this be a story written and read without regret

— — Written with Love

— In Love

For there is a book just waiting to be written.

As I close the chapter on yesterday… I smile, because I am blessed

Joy courses, rapturous through the skies

Streaming from within

~ MindInspired ~