Believer.
By FaeSinner
Speak thunderous voice so that I might hear you Not whispered thoughts to trap and steal But words clear and wild to capture my heart Propel me into a moment of pure forms and ideologies Rise up from hidden depths that seek to bind Those words chiseled out of stone Fear not this present bondage Shake that wild man's cloak and ride the wind Shaking I tremble unsure that I walk the true Knowing that this power is to simple to construe Instinctive and intuitive at last nature's irony prevails Eyes glowing magical delight singing a tempest or two Long ago I wept pure the frustration of loss A four-walled hovel called me antidote Now I know for whom love calls And it awakes for thee, the believer:) Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 08:58 PM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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"Speak thunderous voice so that I might hear you..."