the fire that burned itself

Adolescent love you were to me,
Till time’s cruel hand tore you from me.

Wallow I may in the echo of thee,
Vanishing like a cool nightly breeze.

Oh joy! I sing, for I see you again,
Your beauty brings tears I can't contain.
Your voice — a brilliant, hallowed sound,
With seraphs in heaven, our souls are bound.

But time, relentless, has its say:
We part again and drift away.
Our hearts, now splintered like a door
Beaten by winds forevermore.

High tide it is — I’ve found new love,
Shy, brown, and beautiful, gentle as a dove.
Unafraid, she shows her wings,
And with her, a different joy she brings.

Yet in that dove your spirit hides,
As you sell your soul to angels on high —
Hoping to keep this fleeting bliss,
Bound in a dream, sealed with a kiss.

In holy matrimony, the angels sing,
While you, in tears, feel everything.
You see you're losing who you used to be,
While she ascends — serene, and free.

Her heart now dances with the skies,
Yours lies buried where sorrow lies.
Dread consumes you, on the shore you lay,
Haunted by love that slipped away.

You try to rise, to look beyond —
But your heart still beats where it once belonged.
Forever tied, no push nor shove —
Can free you from your endless love.
Endless love...
Love for the dove.

A full stomach
A full heart

Bliss of love
Beating heart, breathing soul
Soulless, sold your soul
Soul sold for blissful love

Lilly, the girl made of love
This girl, the dove

The remembrance of love
Lilly's the dove
The dove, my heart inclined
Love, my being refined

Beauty hidden in cloth
Beautiful, hoped to betroth

Ruined, fateful mistake
A sinners hand gladly take

Cheat, Beat, entreat
Bed, Bled, dead
Love, Lost, never forgotten

Sinners hand, ran
Holy father sought

Christ found
Sinners led

Left dead
The sinner bled

Left to die, soulless
Dove-less
Laying in the bad bed
Bad, Bad, sad
Bed, Bled, dead
Notably dead 

 Parting so sour
The taste is bitter

Love deathly addicting
It's power made to sway

The ache of defeat is a formidable foe
When parting is sour with bitterness in tow

The tomb of love from which I stand
Made to stay like an empty hand

Though I've lived there for a while
The aching stays, making it hard to smile

While all I say is true, I do not condemn love
For it's wonderful wings soar like a dove

Made to soar, but not to stay
Eventually the dove has to pay

This is the truth behind love
Though knowing this do not falter
Continue to let it soar like a dove 

 Living like a river
The flow never strays

Meant to keep going
No matter the terrain

When life's tough
The water holds tight

Unlike Moses
The waters never part
Kept flowing through deepest dark

When, on the water you drift
The current in time sweeps you back

Continue on the river, the river of love
Going one day to be again with the dove