Method True

 

 

Never loved in a method so true

Rain drops, purple skies, harsh wind cress

True lover in

Mother, sister, brother, father,

Beginning in end

The start at death

Dancing leaf lips, biting cold into flesh

Leaving trace of the unknown

That should once be burned by

Destruction of precious flesh and devotion

Demolished

Never loved so true

In moment of what love is understood to be

Beyond the lust of fading moon glares

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:49PM Fri 05/23/08 �If You Could Only See� Tonic trying to write something, quota met, trying to talk to the wind, alone, reaching for beauty, still conflicted, voiceless (Typed, Prides)