Tema: Within my veins, your glory stays unbothered.

A truth that lingers in my veins

draws blood and rays of thunder.

A thought, a myth, a fear that holds

and hunts my mind among a structure.

The night, it stays and whispers near

how death will comfort me with tears

but bones and flesh will never now

what’s beyond human blunder.

One thing I’ll tell my mind and soul:

I never sleep alone or weep

weep, weep another day for fear

of losing more than wonder,

a someone dear to me and

thorns despite the roses.

My way to consolation road

is that some very precious living things

some time ago were merely ghosts

and now thrive within forever.

They live and hold encased

among some distant thoughts

of more than love within a box of hope

that always, once in a blue thought

among the pillars of what mattered most

you’ll find my heart adorned in yours.

For me, they are the very thing

that lies awake and makes a breath

worth yearning for today,

tomorrow never withering.

A twist that mends a thousand fates

has buried you under my skin,

and yes, it is of love and rage, my skin

it is of pain astray, but never hate, but

never hate.

Death so lovely in humility,

is never late to save me

from thinking thoughts

that make wrongs right or

ask a penny for my soul

by thinking I was ever plenty.

Akin to love and far from hate

death launches me to swim

the lethal poison of a lake,

in fire and ice where specks of doubt and

bouts of loneliness a soul will tend to shatter

but yet I am sure that you can see

they simply fail to scatter or break deep

what your eyes welded together.

What exactly lies at my feet

if not the promise I meant to keep

and fell in once upon, not on deaf ears,

a feat with love that feeds the meek and

once again preserves and keeps

the rain of love a-flowing.

I dream a road that can’t exist

surely is madness in defeat

but think again, with different

eyes, without a temperament to break

I won’t go far to make ends meet.

But life will be, what life will be

it will be me at my own feet and

all my sweat that simply fell beneath

the only promise I meant to keep.

All is not lost, all is not broken

only the truth and not the box or

letters holding from beyond

the thought, the dream the possibility

that love makes life forever.

Within my veins,

your glory stays unbothered.

I wish you well.

I wish you well.