Duplicity

My love does sleep. Sleep about the candlestick flickering light, shadows amidst the parlor floor Slumber's tightening grip; this coat have I once wore around everyone, everywhere; constructed silk strewn wick (handmade and begotten from friends, family gathered around) Furthermore, the shining silver goblet does fade profound from an awakening aberration Standing amid the opened lilies of her delight upon a serene mountaintop The birds sing and dance; the land of milk and honey thou sought and stumble about, this most placid sight Spotted butterflies of orange, red and blue flutter around, stained images nested within this wary head (Could it have been they intentionally mislead and spark up the kindling flame of this kindred rue?) To be with thee, unbuttoned and exposed fleeting heart Heaven's kept maiden of eternal elegance with extended hand, denouement journey of acceptance Joined into the befalling void, time has spoken behalf of our part (Our dissolute trap, sprung on this scrupulous one now to be our brethren, iniquitous budding brood) All things confusing, now doused in clarity, accepted and understood Now the speech shall be made, written in another love's new found proclamation Copyright © 2001 Kenneth Lindelli Written August 31st, 2001 © on Aug 31 2001 06:52 AM PST   0 • 8