Poem

To autumn skies are cast our finer gazes, wishing to the aether
That pass may we from horrid crazes, the cells where our hearts stir
Forgotten was by man such gentleness, for with manacles he devours
Full grown love tended within our kiss, the kiss denied to e'er be ours

We are not twofold a perfect being, but we rove not in treacherous valleys
Wanting to see more than what we are seeing, to break the glass wall and its tallies
Could we not be more than simple friends, a pair to mold their heartbeat together?
Can we leave the beginning and see where this ends, regardless of surrounding weather?

Oh, but a moment to tear down my prison, to climb from the ashes and out of my iron cage
Only if just to be cast down when I am risen, at least the touch of thy face could be my wage
Horror would be dissuaded from its icy throne, peace could envelop my lonely starstruck soul
Heavenly would it be if in thine arm could I wone, enchanting to hath thy breath bless my whole

A sweetheart that I so bitterly in blindness am denied, wherefore this must be I know not
And to lose the hope of thee striketh my spirit terrified, for I am a man in rain without candles hot
Eternity shalt whisk away my breath if thou shalt evanesce, my tomb ensured if blood runs dry
e'ery soul must in love belong to one that they may too confess, for without love men shalt die

Brisk walk through flame daily I endure, as the unkind laugh and shriek in ruthless joy
Because of what I hold for thee, enraptured by the spell of your eyes that still themselves coy
Dreary is life apart from the one I love, shackled and bruised and torched with fire
Damnation rots my soul till the day I ascend above, denied the very thing my heart desires

Ghathtly trenchants drum up my flesh, but the true would lies within the wall they build
God above, beseech I thee as my cuts are fresh, draw them to be compassion filled
Jaws of thorns rip away at my skin, so long as I feel not that supple one
Jeering cruelly are my vile kin, who loathe all beauty below thy sun

In my feeble moments of agony, I lie awake in a nightmare that ne'er ends
Impious cowards on towers of ivory, they see not what they truly break and what also bends Mercy is not a friend of mine nor am I serf to ecstacy, ask hath I not for my heart to petrify
Malice is the yoke of dawn and dusk to me, and how I seek to their decree deny

Kill the weak doth the raven's scream, and throw to Hell doth wicked way
Knaves and demons tear apart e'ery dream, and drink shalt they tears that stray
Look unto my broken body and my chained neck, and tell me what be my wrong
Loam and agony my legs doth wreck, but wherefore doth the different not belong

Unholy doth thee call our love for each other, but we are no more blemished than thee
Ursurpers of happy ways blissfully on another, wherefore doth thine eyes death in us see?
Voiceless are these meek you pummel and shatter, who do no wrong but live by their heart
Viciously are thee when the innocent doth thee batter, as evil shows when we thy soul part

Xylem stems thou doth see in such tails of gaiety, strides of romance to abound with arsenic tone
Xenophobes even of those who serve thy deity, for thine crime of hatred thou must atone
Yearn for fire as thou doth for life to turn to dust, those who toss good men to pyre
Yet thou shalt not crush my will with fetters of rust, thou hath heard all of my ire

Ne'ermore a thought should drift, from thy magnificent wonder to rival the angels
Not cursed with blemish or flaw or even rift, glorious and radiant from all angles
Sweet as God's pristine light, designed with thought of but the divine
Such fortune would I consider it to be tonight, if I could be thine and thee be mine!

Quiet as the tranquil skies, thy voice to bless me would raise the heartbeat of me
Quick to take to lover signs, with voice renounced and with eyes of glee
Perfect would be the painful nights, if could know an escape
Pretending to be a mask ne'er in these lights, taken in with pride to beauty's gape

Zealous for this forbidden life, I shall overcome all strife, as I bear the wounding knife
Zephyr blow my pain aside, in thy embrace shalt I confide, and finally in joy reside
Ripping down this hell of ague, from fantasy to life I turn to, if thou would profess thy love true
Rinsing away misery I tire of, perchance I could ask God above, if I could e'er obtain thy love[/i][/size]