Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Ancient Love

If only the sun would live in dark
And dogs dare not bark again,
My ancient love will revive out of madness
to relive in the maddening crowd.

Let it be, even for a moment
as diluting as my heart, but let it be.
This share of tendrils wrapped
around our laughter, let it slit itself.

I am a white piece of cloth
without a variation of your contrasts,
We run after this elixir blending
the whiteness into a chasm of ancient love

and the music binds us.
We flow
We flow till we bind eternity into music.


2 comments:

Green Speck said...

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Blasphemous Aesthete said...

What never moves, is never still, who has the final word
It holds the world in a single pill, and all life rendered absurd

Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial, but can you run all your life
Kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar, you can run but not hide
So run for your life


~POTF

Cheers!