by Reservoir Dog
Would that opening one's heart be suffice,
to silence the wail of confusion-
hope cascading the era of tomorrow, today.
Were the solution not part of the problem,
the flood that drowns the parched plain-
losing a moment together...
to ensure the eternal flame.
Were the words of immortals too echo
as laughter through lover's pain-
abating fears of passion,
so that not one, but two might stand.
Where unmade decisions travel-
carnal feelings replace shared doubt,
infinity's past knowledge, forever present without.
Marvel the idea, bleak as mountain's slope,
that one might displace the ocean
armed with common hope.
Faith of the scribe, solace of valour,
with mercy, grant him the abandon.
Abated by her vision, mutual mirth of kiss;
slumbering lovers, hearts as one...
Imagined shadows transform to Sunshine Mist.