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Collection of writings of our never ending tale


I dispatch the healing sprites

Comforting spoons that heal deep wounds

Music from my soul to hug your holes

We share visions that are weaved

In the rainbows of our essence

My mind is shuffled like a deck of adored cards

The Queen of Hearts is misplaced

An empty space in my soul

Purple rain pelts my fading face

I listen to the October wind

For her careful whispers

I will run after you until my words are faded from the sun

I will surf on my tears until I make it to my dear love

My whispers are being carried on the jet stream

My letters are in orbit, waiting for your satellite to capture them

So that you may hold my feelings in your heart

Taste my emotions and let them stick to your bones

My message will be etched in marvelous moonbeams

When she misses sleep, she sends him messages

The sunlight stalks me

These tired eyes have been searching for her scattered scent

A hundred and eighty days, I’ve been lost in her mysterious maze

I feel her masterful musings

Echos of emotions that shimmer in the shadows

Woe to you, oh sea and sky

For the Angels bare gifts of intimacy

Because they know the time is short

Let her who hath understanding reckon these messages of harmony

For we are two spirits, for we are one soul

Feel my breath and embrace my ardency

Travel to our intersection of synchronicity

Our rapture of paradise awaits

My songs, are your songs traced in our veins

Lyrical rhythms circulating

In pulses of passionate adventures

Our record plays as we wriggle and revolve

In the valley of velvet grooves

The thunderous affection of Calliope envelops us

I shall document a handwritten scripture

In addition to

Ten thousand priceless pictures

Pasted on the trees that grow in our forest

The cycle of life, our ebb and flow

Catch these heartfelt whispers

That I constantly convey to the Stellar Jays

I bite these dry lips to feel you

I lick my teeth of compassionate hunger

Sharp tips pierce my vulnerability

Arms stretched out to the heavens

Crying out our respective designations

I am stranded here without destination

Consign your coordinates

On the wings of a dragonfly

Your poems pleasure my heart

My heart feels your agonizing displacement

I exhale strings of stellar stars towards you

Let them sprinkle their sacred stardust

In your aching eyes

Taste these elements that make you whole

Stand proudly in your adorable fulfillment

Your heart beats can be felt in your words of ceremony

For my poem is a never ending string of stars

That have no beginning, or a fateful ending

Our planets dance in harmony, smoothly, elliptically

Our intersection of thoughts are indeed a miracle of infinite reflections

These patterns of promise are humble and honest

I feast on your decedent vapor trails

As we dine at the chalet of the cosmos



Hold away despair

I consume your words, as they make me abundantly fluid in ethos. Tangible emotions, I serve to you on a holy platter. I shall print out this letter out and paste it on the wall. Next to the lyrics of our symphony.

I am struggling to walk without collapsing. I cannot work, I barely consume food. For she is my thoughts. She is in these words. She is being descriptive through me. Confusion and sadness are clouds that follow me now. Without you here, I am lost. Wandering the cosmos to find you. Help me please, before this madness becomes a permanent fixture that hangs in my head. My helpless heart is there, beating in your delicate hands. Deliver my heart, as I am floating on your heart, here on the sea. As the mermaids keep watching over me. I kiss this dragonfly, and whisk her off to you. My love for you is eternal, as this flame flickers and moans.

I sing these Violet songs, in the song contains a missing flower that has been displaced. Now a misplaced face, for I only have photos, and memories. Hoping to one day water her in my garden once more. Halloween is her day, as she dresses as an enchanted witch. I shall carve a pumpkin with the letters of her name. At night, a flame will adoringly dance as the evening winds swirl in the pumpkin. The ocean breeze moves the blessed paper that I write on.



Full disclosure as I gain composure

For I am imprisoned too

The bars of this cursed cell are made of silence distance

Her tender voice would unequivocally set me free

Her enchanted eyes would merrily melt me

Her elegant kiss upon my lips would set my heart and soul ablaze

With intensity more powerful than a quasar streaking across the Universe

Her heart will identically experience this same exact sensation

I sense your distracting direction

Sections of crumbling pavement dissipate

Bask in caverns of creations

Your compass bursts through your third eye

Fly alongside me, soar over the coastline

Break these distances of chains that bite deep

As I reach out to catch your faded heart

I wear your painted pants stuffed with orchids

A November rendezvous flourishes in the sunlight

I capture echos of soft whispers on my tongue

I traverse tantalizing streams that lead us to Amphitrite

I’m climbing up to you, twisting in the treetops

This mission has embarked like maroon leaves blowing in the park

Taste these lustful locutions, feast on the fires of our desire

Enhance our equilibrium as I place my trembling hands upon your heart made of lilacs

As we transmit vehemence and encompass vitality

You are the content of my foundations

Empathetic walls erect our palace of literature

We reside on opposite ends

Carefully crawling on rose pedals through the halls to convergence

Warm pools of passionate subdivisions strengthen destiny

She has tangibly enhanced our vocabulary through enchanting moonbeams

Our words are beautifully tangled, like vines of union

Sensitive tears documenting momentous years, sharing accomplishments

Our beloved book is open on page one thousand one hundred and eleven

As anxious neighbors follow our contiguous chronicle

You are shades violet, as I am shades of iris

Blended together in a flourishing garden

I pray for the holy rain that feeds us

You are the dainty hand that scribes this

You have my mellow fingers that caress adored books

Our pages smell like the misty ocean, fluffy air

I taste your tenderness, as it circulates through me

As I will wash your feet, brushing the coarse sand away

I sail to you, with a bundle of precious letters

Handwritten in the beauty of your name

__________________

I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery